The swallows are gathering on the power line that cuts across our field, chattering and squabbling, then suddenly launching off to swoop low across the valley.
I'm struggling to take good photos of them, but I like the sky in this one.
Getting ready for an arrival
Friends are coming to stay this week and the terrace is getting its biennial de-cobwebbing. You have to have a good head for heights and not mind large spiders. So not a job for me!