There’s a small river called the Dene that crosses the Charlecote estate and flows into the Avon, and it’s usually an excellent spot to find dragonflies. But when R and I arrived this morning there was nothing to be seen, … Continued
I’d been pootling around the reed beds at Lucy’s Mill in Stratford, seeking out dragonflies, while R was off doing actually useful things, and we’d just met up at the foot of the bridge on the south side of the … Continued
I was busy doing domestic stuff all morning, and it was early afternoon before I was able to get outside with the camera. It wasn’t an especially bright day, but it was fairly warm, and it seemed like a good … Continued
