A signed print of a quartet of young Swallows by Fairy Flint
In my old dear village there were quite a number of Swallows who flew low over the field by the river and swooped down to the water to drink. I'd watch them rest in the tops of the trees before they do their rounds again before returning to the open barns up at the farm where they nest. These four fledgling Swallows absolutely captivated me when I saw them. Fortunately where we live now, I have the joy of seeing Swallows flying over our garden and swirling around in the skies above. Absolute bliss!
