House martins are nesting under the eaves of a house on the opposite side of the road. They seem to have replaced the swifts, which occupied the air space above our garden last summer; the young keep the parents busy, popping in and out of the cup-shaped nest. But I miss the shrieking of the swifts.
Football spectators have a strict dress code. Bare chests and flags painted on face and body.
A ladder passes above the hedge, it appears, without human intervention.