The swallows were (a little bit) late as well. In 2012 I saw them for the first time on 31 March, this year it was 2 April (must have been something to do with the sap!). Chatillon is a giant swallow hotel during the summer, because we have so many decaying barns and buildings. They even dance low across the main road at dusk. Pleasures to come that can lift the heart on a very cold April Sunday...