No more travelling until September and back home to rest in the heat of summer. A few minutes with the swifts on the terrace this morning. Sometime between ten and eleven AM they’ll disappear when going to the hill towns to avoid the midday heat on the coast, returning sometime after six PM when its cooler here. This year they were late arriving on their migration from Africa probably due to our extended winter. When we first came to Scalea fourteen years ago the skies were blackened with these little fellows, so much so that I would often pick one up after a mid-air collision let it rest in a cardboard box for a while, then launch it from the terrace, as once they are on the ground they cannot take-off unaided. Sadly we only see about 30% of the number we once did.
While you're watching him, whose watching you?
A hazy spring day on Mount Faito overlooking the bay of Naples and on to Mount Vesuveus….Spectacular!