This afternoon we went to see my friend N, and had our usual weekly socially-distanced chat, and then drove on up the valley, parked up and had a short out-of-the-wind walk down to the river. The old hanging bridge went years ago and now there is a stalwart affair that you can cross the river on or - as we did - just stand on and look up and downstream. To our amazement, there were a couple of dozen SWIFTS and nearly as many House Martins were hawking for insects up and down the river, swooping under the bridge, looping the loop, and hurtling back again. Taking photos was nigh on impossible. By the time you had one in your view-finder, it was gone again!