A goldfinch trills from a perch on the top of a shrub next to the Kentucky Fried Chicken takeaway in town. As we walk alongside the narrow shrub border at the edge of the car park there's a drift of sweet fragrance from the briar rose.
Scale insects, like pieces of woolly confetti are dotted on the trunk of a small sycamore growing on the railway embankment. They form a continuous cover along the undersides of some of the branches.
A kingfisher flies up the canal, in a straight course a foot or so above the water. It's the first I've seen for months, if not a year, here, although people tell us they've been about.
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