A Day of Seven Kites

I drove over to the council recycling centre at Llandeglau twice today, to recycle the night storage heaters that we have had taken out.  A good job to get rid of them and recycle the metal etc.  The road has some spectacular views west into Radnorshire, twenty miles of fields and hills and trees, receding into the distance as if it goes on forever.  And on the tight curves of the road after Llanfihangel were red kites, four on one journey and three on the next, making a day when I saw seven kites.  One was hunting over a hayfield which had recently been cut, the grass piled into long sinuous lines across the hillside, close enough to catch the red and cream of its feathers as the sun caught it.  An astonishing, commonplace sight, what Pat Barker would call an extraordinary ordinary thing.