The bats are back

Finally, an evening that feels a little spring-like as we spin towards the equinox.

Out for a breath of air about seven to find the last of the gloaming and enough light to watch the smoke rising in lazy pillars from the houses in the village. A full moon rising above the hill across the river – now peeking through the chimneys of the neighbours’ house. Crocuses showing willing around the picnic bench opposite the chimney.

With not a cloud in the sky and Venus setting as the moon rose, birds sang their last of the day. And, after a very long winter, two bats sported the air again, anticipating spring.