It felt just like it was the last day of summer

It was such a beautiful day today, everything seemed perfect. Groups of swallows* circled the sky. But I got the feeling that they were only out because they were thinking of leaving; and the golden acres of wheat would be gone soon too. And all the photos I took could never, ever capture the beauty of it because the beauty lay in the transience of the moment and that can't be captured.

This is Badbury rings. I used to go there as a child. We stopped off on the way home from Beautiful Days - meant to go to the beach but the Nut was having a big nap after 3 days of hardcore partying.

*(or swifts. Or Both. Buggered if I know)