I was walking along the Hill Path above Bossington when I noticed a girl across the little valley from me with binoculars, a roll up, and a biking jacket and boots, unusual Exmoor wear.

I stopped when I reached her and got chatting.

She said she had seen a Golden Oriole there the day before and had come back to see if it was still there.

An unusual girl, a rarely seen bird.  A regular walk.

Its just the magicality of that moment the ordinary made extraordinary. A Magical so rarely seen bird in the UK. There where I walk so often.