Shabby
Another Thursday, another visit to Croome with R, and another Migrant Hawker. He’s not as well posed as the one I blipped on Tuesday, but I can hardly blame him for that. He’s also pretty shabby, and so is the … Continued
I had my hair cut today, for the first time in eight months. My lovely hairdresser, who was just down the road in Broadway when we first began our relationship a quarter of a century ago, has been moving steadily … Continued
I think that all the gnashing of teeth and throwing of pinnies over heads that’s happened in recent years about the demise of the 7-spot ladybird may have been premature. It was feared that the introduced Harlequin, whose larvae are … Continued
I went over to Trench Wood early this afternoon, timing my arrival for the point at which I thought the morning crowd would have gone home for lunch. It certainly wasn’t crowded – though I only got a parking spot … Continued
It’s that time of year again. They’re out there, lurking, waiting to pounce on the unwary. If this thought makes you feel at all uncomfortable, be thankful that I spared you the photos of her juicing a freshly-caught fly. And … Continued
I left home this morning in warm sunshine, but by the time I reached Croome the temperature had dropped and the light was Stygian, and as I was walking through the shrubbery towards the lake it began to rain. I … Continued
Seeing this Southern Hawker in a close-up image, ‘camouflage’ may not have been the first word that came to your mind, but I promise you that those blue and green markings were remarkably effective in allowing him to blend in … Continued