Unexpectedly, after one of the longest, coldest winter in living memory, the May bank holiday weekend was absolutely steaming hot. One week ago there was still some frost around. Today it is summer, and the first three swifts turned up, wheeling and screeching over our back garden. We took a trip to Ashenbank woods, where the bluebells and the butterfly population were the most disappointing I can ever remember – but there were some orange-tip butterflies around, and I saw what I think was a hornet, possibly a queen, my first one ever.
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