pulmonaria

It doesn’t take long for the male Hairy-footed Flower Bees to lose their bright chestnut colouring and fade to an insipid elegant ash blonde (much like my own). By now they’re hanging around the pulmonaria like a phantom horde, and … Continued

Another day, another bee. And also, another day of furiously stormy winds, making photographing anything that wasn’t nailed down a bit of a mission. Even though I don’t believe in astrology, I risked checking the Met Office app this morning … Continued

I’d been so sure that this would be bee-fly day: it’s late enough now, and it was warm enough – this morning, at least, before the wind got into its stride again. But bee-flies were there none. On the other … Continued

It rained again. And again, and again.  Because this had put me in a vile mood anyway, it seemed worth me spending the morning challenging my car insurance renewal, which was being quoted at a 50% hike over last year’s … Continued