For the last few years I’ve kept an informal record of ‘firsts’ and ‘lasts’ for our summer visitors. The sight of the first swallow - and some while later, the first swift – always gladdens the heart. Also the contrasting calls of the first chiffchaffs and willow warblers, which arrive in late March, even before the trees are in leaf.
The last sightings of summer can sometimes come and go unnoticed. I thought I’d seen the last swallows and house martins last week, flying low over the water at North Cave Wetlands. But today, against a grey and gloomy sky, I saw three house martins circling over the Old Sunday School.
Licensed today: narrowboats negotiating locks on Leeds-Liverpool Canal near Gargrave, North Yorkshire…
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