Swifts and the Moon.

Cropped a bit. Otherwise unadulterated. In the few minutes before tea (brie and spinach pie with a baked potato and salad) I caught this image over Canterbury. 45 minutes later I heard a nightingale singing in Blean Wood and 45 minutes after that I was drinking a lovely pint of Real Ale in Whitstable with my friend Mark.

It doesn't get much better.

Sorry I've missed a couple…