The year my eyes turned to the skies and urban bird, the swift…

They scream around the streets of Kendal i was told.  So in the spring i eagerly awaited their arrival. They’ll come. Said the locals.

And they did. Circling the towers, spires, alleys and ginnels of my new home town.

After flying all the way from Africa they find a high place to build their nests and the eaves of my new neighbourhood, Fellside, prove perfect.

I found them quite captivating.

So much so i created a swoop of swifts..

A frenzy of swifts…

and now a completion of swifts…

They left too soon but this will remain. A lasting reminder of how they circle the roofs above old Kendal town.