Talking Point with Vicky Turrell

Talking Point with Vicky Turrell

Zoom, zoom, they were frantically invading the clear blue sky over our house. And not just one or two, there were about 10 of them. They went under our eaves and clung to the east side of the wall. Then they tried the apex on the south but in the shadow under the overhang. House martins, looking like glossy black toy planes with flashing white undercarriages, were suddenly everywhere.