Cycling back from the pub this evening, I was enjoying the fact that it was still light, just – the moment when the day starts to thicken into evening and you can’t see what you can’t see until it’s almost upon you. All I got was a flash of movement and I turned my head in time to catch the swift and silent passage of a bird of prey arcing over the wall and out of sight: quicker than thought, wings curved, ghost pale beneath, invisibly brown above. Just a flash and then it was gone, no chance to identify it, not that it really mattered. Sometimes it doesn’t matter what it is, as long as you are there to see it. Sometimes the moment is enough.