What it amounts to is since cricket last week, I've had a muscle pull that basically extends from my left thigh across my very lower lower stomach to my right thigh. It makes getting out of bed really painful and sneezing agony, but it is now starting to ease a little. I'm hoping I don't make it worse tomorrow.
Batting and bowling shouldn't be an issue, especially the amount of time I spend doing them, but fielding is the problem. So we will see how we go.
I was chasing a butterfly today in Beacon Hill Park, but didn't make my injury any worse. The butterfly in question was a small heath, the tiniest of our butterflies and as it only flies on sunny days and is as skittish as hell, a very hard butterfly to photograph. It wouldn't let me get anywhere near it, as I followed it in an idiotic fashion from clump to clump, waving my phone at it like a hopeful diviner and being allowed to come no closer than about two metres.
This resulted in me adopting my traditional butterfly shooting technique of extending my arms towards it like the stretchy bloke from "The Fantastic 4."
It worked. Sort of. You'll see below.
|I love these farm fortifications at Farndon|
|Another fly grazed horse|
|The Devon serene|
|Jurassic (Sconce) Park|
|Flies on buttercups|
|Cow parsley jungle|
|Hairy footed flower bee|
|First babies of the year of any feathery persuasion|
|View from the Beacon|
|White campion (I think) is out|
|Small heath. Very small heath.|
|Female bee moth at the pub|