After a busy spell at the libraries, not to mention a fair bit of marking and teaching, it's great to have a week off.
Quite a lot of our time is being spent at the top of the garden. Long lunches sheltered by the sunbrella, and in the evening, swifts scream above us or circle the church spire. We clock the fleeting silhouettes of bats, the call and reply of owls, the plop of frogs in our pond. Last night the moon inched into view beyond our neighbour's trees.
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