Holidays arriving

The sun is high, the river is low - the May holiday is almost upon us and all bodes well.

Except that so many friends are absent - Gert and Elsbeth have gone back to Denmark as have Philp and Lorn; Max has gone off somewhere again, Sophia I think; The Scottish tribe are in Scotland; Ann and Kieran have gone to wherever they go; and so it goes.

Bah.

Saw a couple of goldfinches by the river, the redstarts are back in the garden.

Birdsong makes everything lovely again.