Swifts in the graveyard of St. John the Baptist, Finchingfield.
The graveyard of St. John the Baptist, Finchingfield.
St. John the Baptist, Finchingfield.
It was nearing noon, so I took a stroll in the direction of the Church in Finchingfield and chose a bench in a rather secluded spot next to the tower. The building itself shielded me from the road, which was a welcome relief as there had been too many cars over the past few days. There was also a small break in the sound of aircraft overhead, so that the only engine that could be heard was that of a distant lawnmower. There was a small flock of swifts putting on a great aerial display and their shrill call, together with the lawnmower, certainly made it sound like summer. The clock struck twelve and the soundscape was complete.