Continental evening - and Bats!

It was a warm evening, and people were spilling out of the pubs onto the pavements all round Hay. You turned a corner, and there was the buzz of conversation in the air, or music from an open window, or someone leaning out of an upstairs window to talk to his friends down in the street below.
And bats - several of them flying up and down Castle Street, and one that had made the pavement opposite the Cinema his own private hunting ground. He (or she) went backwards and forwards, at great speed and with great agility, between the streetlamp and the scaffolding up against one of the houses, not a yard from my head every time, where I stood watching with delight for about five minutes. Bats are wonderfully aerodynamic creatures.