When I came home from my Big Wild Sleepout expedition, I found there was something missing.
I felt it intuitively as I approached the front door. Something in the street felt wrong. It wasn’t anything I saw, just the reverse, it was something I didn’t see. Something I didn’t hear.
It took me at least 24 hours to realise that the hole in my life was the absence of swifts. They’d departed for Africa…