We received an email from a visitor this week saying they had "had their socks blown off by seeing a Kingfisher" down by the Hermitage. What news! We have spent the last few days moving logs from the Hermitage up to the woodshed and as I was standing down there alone yesterday I had a word with God and said, "Come on then, show me the Kingfisher"... nothing happened. I turned my back and then I heard an amazing high pitched cheeeep. I turned towards the noise, and saw a flash of bright blue on the back of a bird speeding low across the pond. Enough said!