On May Day the first of our swallows returned to their summer home here. Many more have now arrived and the farmyard and buildings are full of their chatter. Nests are inspected and repaired. It's a warm and windy day and they fly in through the open doors and windows of the house, hovering expertly just below the ceilings before swooping out again.
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The sky here is full of swallows darting in and out of the horses in the fields by the sea. Sometimes the cats let me steal their blog to comments on people's sites. So, Tycanol is one of my favorite woods, but I have not been there for a while, tied to the studio with too much to do.
You are quite close. Do you fancy coming to the exhibition at the refectory in a few weeks time? Email me and i will send you an invite.
I am missing the moon. The fog is thick here tonight and I cannot remember the last time the night was lit by moonlight.
with love from Jackie and the ginger cats.
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