We came to the flatlands of Suffolk to one of the coldest winters in years: at one point the temperature in our back garden plunged overnight to -12C. Despite this, we tried to stick to the habits of years which, we believe, have helped to keep us fit, amongst them a daily walk whatever the weather.
So, one bitter February day, in driving sleet, we walked along the Tomline wall which winds along one of the 'fleets', the reed-lined ditches which drain the marshes which flank the River Deben, and there we spotted a kingfisher. We hadn't seen a kingfisher since our Essex days, and he was as wary as we remember them, allowing us to approach to no more than 50 metres before zipping off, low, along the half-frozen water, to perch on another post.... until we approached.
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