I’m coming round slowly. It was bin day today so first thing I dragged the wheelie bin to the end of the track. I have to perm a bin from three. I picked blue and as it was empty on our return from our second walk I picked the right one. I watched a bit of the Formula 1 and edited highlights of the Formula 2 race. There is precious little difference but more to fight for in Formula 2. There is some wonderful racing in the lower leagues and I wish that the BBC would film more club meetings. Perhaps if Bookmakers were allowed in they would. Horse racing is another sport I would ban. We are supposed to be civilised and popping a screen round an injured animal that was doing it’s best to please prior to breaking a leg or two is not acceptable to me. Nor is racing two year old foals.
Foxglove in a tractor tyre. I love scrap and rubbish. It is all the better for a flower or two. For once I think I can identify a White Campion as well. I can’t identify this and I have searched high and low.
I had to bring this spider back for pictures and it fell in the water I put round the rock to contain them. I got it out with a cotton bud but it was still a bit damp.
I really ought to join the British Arackno….Arakno… Society and I would be tempted if I could spell it. Also their identification photographs are for the most part rubbish. Perhaps I will relent and send them a few sharp images with a scale so numpties like me have some idea what they are looking at.