It's my lunch time walk along the river at King's Meadow. It's quieter than normal, possibly owing to the orange-jackets working on a small paddock by the culvert. I spot a bird atop a lamp post and with the bins spot my Kestrel, which I had seen a couple of weeks ago, when I was without my camera.
I dodge between the digger and the bushes, but as I creep into the open, the bird takes flight. I have a sinking feeling, but my hopes are kept alive as it perches up in a tree along the Wilford side of the river. Using any available cover, I eventually get in the right position with reference to the light and edge closer and closer, until I have this wonderful falcon staring down my lens.