A walk down the valley. Snow falling. Greys. Browns. Greens. Momentarily, two metres to my left, a flash of a Kingfisher. I did what we all do, reach for the ‘phone camera. By the time i’d reached the pocket of my jeans, the bird had gone. Two or three seconds if that. I feel i wasted half of that time reaching for a recording device. Rather than just watching. I walked further down the pond and, despite being so brightly coloured, i couldn’t see it.