Call this winter

Although the large black butterflies disappeared months ago there are still plenty of 'cabbage white'.

Like most plants this is an unknown plant to me, but the fruit felt much like a fig.

 Like musical notes on a song sheet, swallows and house martins congregate on overhead wires, possibly contemplating their migration.

I visit Huatan today for the first time, just one stop on the northbound train. It's wet and drizzling but still warm. I am in a sleeveless shirt, everyone else has jumpers and anoraks on and some are even wearing duvet jackets. The temperature is somewhere around 25 degrees C. The Taiwanese must have a different blood temperature.