For a couple of weeks now, in lockdown London, I have felt the skies aching for the return of my beloved swifts, our little friends – and have regularly scanned the heavens for any sign. Someone said a little while ago that they would be here between the end of April and the first week of May. We were sitting out on the deck in the garden this evening when I spotted two flying past, westward. As I said in an Instagram post shortly afterwards: Undiluted joy.
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