The new attic room has come into its own with this prolonged spell of hot weather. In the evening Finch and I pick our way over Big Dreamerโs tools (he is building a wardrobe) to the futon for bedtime stories. Itโs a lovely cool spot, the wide-open roof windows creating a refreshing draught. Above our heads the sky is all pale blue haze and the swifts dash madly about in a festival of evening feasting. Sometimes, as I close the book covers, we sit quietly, lost in thought, contentedly listening to the swiftsโ spiraling squeaks, and relishing the cool evening air on our faces. I will miss that sound when they go, always a welcome change from the raucousness of rooftop seagulls; their absence marking the downward turn of the year. What a summer it is turning out to be.
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Certainly is proving a memorable summer in terms of the weather & I think back to 1976, the last one I remember like this when I was sitting O’Levels totally oblivious to their importance but had already developed a real love of birdlife. Is it my imagination or are the seagulls flocking more than usual the last couple of weeks??