Swallows

Out in the Norfolk edge we spot two swallows flirting with the dense tops of oil-seed rape, hedge-trimming their way across the land – it is late afternoon and there is a sense (despite the earlier hail) that spring is really and truly making it’s presence felt – another then spotted resting on telegraph wires above, preening its wings (those tired, post-migratory wings) – there is an acknowledgment that we are at last governed again by this great season . . .