First of the year

Having seen the mighty Ogatodomar onward on his way to Brussels, we continued from the station to the Stockbridge Market.
The town was refreshingly quiet.
I walked home along the river (Meles gave up after a bit and got the bus).
Typical that the kingfisher was out and about, showing very well, and I had only the 105mm Macro with me.
Oh well. Here he is, cropped within an inch of his puff (a male since his beak is all black)