The life of a class traitor and peripatetic scouser.
Wednesday, 13 April 2011
One minute the sky was empty and the next...swallows everywhere. Working outside in various outbuildings is always interesting when swallows are around as entering a barn and having a swallow fly out of the shadows on what seems a certain collision course with ones face certainly enlivens the day. They perch on the telephone wires chattering away merrily and then launch themselves at the ground like missiles only to miss what seems certain destruction as they skim along mere inches from the ground...clever little tinkers.