Just before dusk. Whatever time of year, they congregate in small groups to head into town and join the massive gathering at the piers.
As if someone clicked fingers, they surge into the aerial choreography they are famous for. And just as abruptly settle down to rest. A wonderful display for us. For them, it's just a getting ready for bed routine, same as any other day.
While it feels great to have passed the 50,000 word target in this year's Nanowrimo, it feels even better to just get back to what I always do - write words on pages with a pen. Back to the wild river, then. Phew! It feels so good.
Thanks to everyone who has supported my Nano progress this month. Ax