What could be more relaxing?

Than sitting out in the garden on a hot sunny day, reading a book, eating a salad and listening to the young swallows, house martins and swifts playing around in the sky above? There is a certain element of hooliganism in the young swifts, they scream around sounding rather like bully boys, whils the others tweeter around.

Then the bloomin RAF training school helicopters decide to join in - now they ARE the bully boys. They are bigger, noisier and far more menacing. And they come back again and again. When they spoil the peace on a daily basis, I almost feel like joining the pacifists in this world!!