It’s a beautiful September this year, clear skies and sunshine. But the seasons are turning.
All summer this sandy bank was a bustle of sand martins, dashing back and forth, raising their young. The skies were filled with their cries, and their dropping splattered over any cars that foolishly parked too close.
But last week they left. Their nest holes lie empty. The skies are silent. Autumn is here.
Time for me to turn away from the fields and woods and get on with some writing…