A lovely, peaceful evening for flying my batties. A huge pink cloud drifted lazily across the sky whilst a noctule, enroute to feeding grounds, flew high above the garden. I truly thought Mr. Cuckoo had returned to Africa, but to my delight we were accompanied by him cuckooing periodically in this distance; his last call at 9.33p.m! I didn’t realise they cuckooed so late in the day. A beautiful evening.