The swifts that danced over my house have gone. They'll be half way to Africa by now, but it gives me an opportunity to clean out my old swift box and try to fix it as high up my outside wall as my nerves and ladder will allow.
Hopefully, it will then be a bit more attractive to a passing swift next year.
I've also been humbled this week by a young teenager from Waltham Forest, who's cycling more than 200 miles…