The sun has now gone in, replaced by thickening grey skies and a clinging humidity, although it has not stopped the local blackbird giving us all a superb performance of song from atop the silver birch tree. Pure tunesmithery alternates with more conversational passages usually finished off with a sharp trill.
That old favourite, the telephone impersonation, also got an airing from among the leafy branches.
Tonight's photographs are from Beacon Hill Nature reserve, where this same little patch of scabious appears every year, and acts as the proverbial magnet for all the local bees, burnet moths and common blue butterflies. Macro shots are such a struggle with a rapidly moving target; the depth of field is virtually non existent focus wise.
But I do my best.
The good news is that all of a sudden, we are getting a great poppy display again, it would appear. More on this in the next few days.
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