Swifts scream joy like fairground goers over Mark Mattock’s “feral’d” NW2 garden. …in May Morning is breaking, otherworldly and familiar. Screaming swifts descended from their nocturnal heights slash the first rays fired from the horizon that skim the rooftops and ignite the ash crowns a hot tangerine. Their bladed wings glint in the new blue […]
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