Gilded by the early morning sun the swifts glow with each arc of their wing, renting and folding the fabric of the still dawning sky. Winding threads of air round and round the spire of the kirk, squealing their delight as the bell tolls the hour.
Tomorrow we move house, not far away, a little further down the coast. I shall miss the swifts.
You will be missed!
thanks Julie 🙂
Wishing you happiness in your new home !! You will have new views to paint All best France’s
Hope the move goes very well. Catch up soon, I hope, maybe once you have drawn breath! Xx