Halcyon days
I travelled to a party in Lewisham yesterday, stopping outside the station between some flats and by a stream flowing between flats, two roads and a railway line.
I waited there to do an interview with LBC, but while I was waiting I found the body of a beautiful kingfisher at the foot of the block of flats, in a dirty corner stinking of urine.
I can remember every time in my life that I have been lucky enough to see one of the most beautiful birds in the world, from a lake in Essex and the Test Valley, to Corfu and the Garonne.
What have we done to our environment?
I will now remember this poor little thing, dead in a pool of human piss, rather than all the wonderful times I have seen kingfishers darting along river banks.
Halcyon days, indeed!
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