The swallows are back. Well some of them, returning from their winter home. Nomads returning to lighten our days with their sky-diving acrobatics, to eat the flies and create wondrous mud homes. I love swallows - a signal of summer to come.
Up on the moor, other friends return - the skylarks. If it were warm and balmy I could lie on my back gazing at the big sky spotting the little birds flying higher and higher before plummeting to earth.