Spinner
The light this afternoon wasn’t as kind as yesterday’s, and I suspected that there would be fewer demoiselles around, but I went back to the Heart of England stretch of the River Avon at Barton anyway because I wanted to … Continued
I think there’s something luscious about a very fresh demoiselle, when the wings are still perfect, and soft enough to be reflective. I find it quite hard to think of them as the common British species they are, because they … Continued