The Flutterers are less Tired than I

I've had a very busy weekend, as you know, and with the weather getting dryer and warmer again I was hoping to have a nice me sort of day, getting some more intense exercise as I'm feeling very flabby this week.

I went into town, did my food shopping, and picked up "Labyrinth" for a pound at the DVD stall on the market. I then went through the library gardens, admired how busy with bumbles the lavender was. The large whites also loved it.

A new bush has come into flower lining the bowling green, and this one is very popular with bees and holly blues. They don't settle much, holly blues, but when they do they do tend to feed at leisure enabling you to get a shot.

So, I went home, had some halloumi for lunch and stuck Labyrinth on. And promptly fell asleep for 3 hours, mind invaded by cavorting muppets and the Bog of Eternal Stench.

I was shattered. Still feel shattered now, but early on I was immobile!

Si

All text and images copyright CreamCrackeredNature 30.07.18

Helicopter Funs

No cricket for me today, and even if I hadn't been working at our rather large works summer fete, it was  rained  off anyway so no loss.

It really is a large event, and on a personal level it involves a lot of social interaction both one to one and one to many and so I find it totally exhausting on top of what was already a long day.

But it went well, which was very gratifying, and one of the highlights was the landing of the local Air Ambulance helicopter, whom we support.

I've never been close to a helicopter landing before, and the noise was a grinding road, the downdraft sufficient to blow a sign onto my legs.

After it had gone just as dramatically, I saw a swallow swoop along the same tarmac with barely a sound. They still win, do the birds.

Apart from at taking people to hospital.

Si

All text and images copyright CreamCrackeredNature 29.07.18

Of Bat and Bats

This has been a very long day of cricket, played against Kirkby Portland 3s in the reverse of last week's fixture which we won rather convincingly.

I've been really looking forward to it, as it was to be played at their outground at Newstead Abbey, haunt of Lord Byron who presumably wrote poems there while hobbling around on his club foot and collecting unmentionable snippings from his lady friends and storing them in lockets.

I had no plans to do the same, merely to do cricketing things as well as I could. Wish I'd had a go at the  poetry.

The ground itself was tiny, the wicket so slow as  to be made of melting plasticine, and the crazy short boundaries edged by thick holly bushes so retrieving the ball after a 4 was hit an exercise in bleeding sado-masochism. We lost the toss - bad move - and ended up being unable  to make much of a breakthrough on the world's slowest wicket. I was off form, jumping too much into delivery, but the pitch didn't help.

No-one else was having much joy either, but we kept at it and fielded well after a shaky start. As did I. They got 212-3, which I didn't think was too bad on that deck.

Then while we had tea, the rain came, and knowing well their own ground, the "oppo" as we cricketers say, were keen to get on with it, rain or not. And so, against what  last week was ordinary bowling, we struggled on a deck that was turning to mud under  our batsmen's feet. We did come off for rain, and we thought that was it, but understandably they wanted to get back out, and much arm waving and concerned looks at  patches of sawdust went on, as lightning flashed above the ornamental lake.

A bat flew out of  our dressing room, and flittered about in the light. So strange to see a bat by daylight.

It was about 645pm, and the rain eased, and  out went went again. It gave a chance for the Saturday Captain, who wasn't actually captain today, to get a very good 50, as opposed to my 1, where I tried to pull a short ball from outside off stump. Ouch.

Well there we go. Can't do well every week. Unfortunately.

Si

All text and images copyright CreamCrackeredNature 28.07.18

Finally Water Falls from the Skies

It was very welcome, but it started when I was riding my bike home. It actually felt very nice, but the  occasional big drop down the small of my bike made me shudder and thus wobble rather alarmingly.

The smell of wet earth was very noticeable immediately. Apparently it's produced by bacteria in the soil, and we evolved to be super-sensitive to it in the far past, perhaps to help us find water.

Hopefully the local hedgehogs will be able to eat and drink well tonight. I've been good at putting water out, and certainly someone's been drinking it, but the local birds are the most likely substitutes.

I do hope, however, I get to play cricket at Newstead Abby tomorrow.

Si

All text and images copyright CreamCrackeredNature 27.07.18

A Sneaky Silver Y

I was watering my plants this evening when I returned from work, when I noticed that I had flushed some mothly flutterings flushed from the lavender.

It skuttered off low above the straw dead grass, before alighting under a leaf on the back of a Polish planter next door.

I very carefully approached, stealthy as a bison as usual, and managed to get a not terribly good shot of the moth. You can see why it is called a "Silver Y". Mostly they are seen hovering about like mad things feeding in the day, and are a late summer species. This one was was obviously heading for bed.

As I should but never do.

Si

All text and images copyright CreamCrackeredNature 25.07.18

Everything is Going to Seed

The grasslands at work are now so arid and Spanish looking, the more so because the last of the flowers, the rosebay willowherb and a few thistles, are now going to seed. Hairy fluffy seeds of all manner of interesting architectures, blowing away in the wind.

Kind of felt like that myself after moving some heavy stuff around in a hot as hell warehouse after a heavy weekend of cricket.

I'm bored. Trying to do life changey things like eat meat substitutes. Looking into how I could do that. Then I worry my notoriously sensitive stomach wouldn't be able to handle it.

It is time for my long delayed micro adventures I think.

Si

All text and images copyright CreamCrackeredNature 24.07.18

Too Hot to do Much

I went shopping at  11am, and then immediately followed Met Office "Protect and Survive" style advice to stay indoors until 3pm.

Even though I hadn't heard it at the time. I was just dog tired and happy to lie and watch the sci fi movie "Dune" semi conscious.

I did get out at 3pm for a walk to the park - which is now entirely the colour of straw - and along the river, checking the buddleia I found along the way for butterflies.

The days where every such plant would have about 30 peacocks on them are gone. I've seen about 2 all summer. Plenty of whites fluttering about, but there's not so many of the "colourful" species.

Si

All text and images copyright CreamCrackeredNature 23.07.18