It’s March 28th and in Somerset today there has been a cold wind blowing, bringing occasional driving drizzle across the ridge above West Coker. So I have to admit to having being more than a little surprised to see the unmistakable form of a swallow soaring above me. I can only imagine it had arrived on some warmer southerly winds a few days ago, and I’m hoping that it can find enough food over the next few days until spring really kicks in.
They say one swallow doesn’t make a summer, and right now that is certainly true. However you can’t deny that the first sight of these annual visitors lifts the spirit more than a little.
