My son has commented on it still being light here in Sligo when he FaceTimes me from London on summer nights. I thought it was because I live on the margin of an expansive bog and there is nothing to block the sky. There are a pair of starlings renovating their nest in the cavity wall of the stables. They cheer me up when I’m mucking out at sparrow’s cough before work with their whistles and chatter and make me believe spring is on it’s way.
