Soaring Swifts
I was sitting in the Bell at Walberswick with friends last Sunday listening to a wonderful Irish folk session when outside I could hear the Swifts screaming past outside in their pursuit for their evening insects. I was amazed at how many they were as I stepped outside and at how close they flew past often so close that I could feel the and hear the rapid beat of their wings. However at that time the light was very low and nothing to sketch with. So I returned midweek to capture them.