The sound echoed over the water from the festival 5 miles away, ebbing and flowing with the wind.

On the edge of darkness, and I could just make them out against the sky

Flying in complete silence, with the background soundtrack of the Arctic Monkeys…

“[i]They said it changes when the sun goes down

Over the river going out of town[/i]”

I couldn’t count them, in fact I could only just see them in the dark

Tiny little bats flying out amongst the trees.

They always seem to small and delicate to be out after dark.