Driving across the causeway to the island this morning I nearly swerved off the road when a kingfisher suddenly shot past and flew alongside me, its short sharp beak and the rapid flapping of its wings instantly distinctive, more so even than its brilliant colouring in the dark, misty drizzle that’s descended on us today. It seems odd to see kingfishers right by the sea, but we’ve seen them flying along the edge of Portland harbour now for three winters in a row.
