Turquoise flasher

We went over Stockbridge to visit the market; we'd somehow become seriously depleted in the cheese department. We walked back along the water; there was a heron sitting in the pine tree at Warriston looking very grumpy as he was being harried by a mob of crows. No sign of the kingfisher....until we were almost at Junction Bridge when I saw a flash of turquoise and it was indeed himself. Oh what a beauty. Rubbish photo of course, but I don't care!!