As we worked on the college sustainability garden on Wednesday evening I saw two swifts overhead. It's quite hard to distinguish between distant swifts and martins but I am sure that these were swifts as I was first alerted to them by the distinctive squealing calls. High in the sky and circling dramatically with their little scythe-like wings they are a very welcome returning visitor. Such a part of the summer landscape as they swoop in screaming joyful gangs, dogfighting up and down School Hill in the centre of the village. Pointed at, by my then 5 year old son on the daily school walk, as 'snifts, snifts'.