A Butterfly and a Disaster

Fully geared up to hit the road again today, on what was such a glorious day I was actually able to sit in my garden chair for only the second time all summer. No cycling today. A proper run, in my proper running shorts and running shirt, proper running shoes, and proper running belt.

Ah the belt. More of that anon. On such a glorious day, there was a fair amount of life to be seen in our postage stamp gardens. It interrupted my Polish neighbour's seeming hibernation, and brought her out tinkering with her flowers again. The bush under the holly was busy with hoverflies, and a very approachable speckled wood butterfly. No bees visit this plant, but a lot of other insects seem to like nectaring from it. Ladybirds hide away where the leaves meet the stems.

So, after taking a few macro shots, I headed off to run to Farndon. And as I arrived there, reaching into my very proper running belt to check my 5km time on my phone, my camera decided to make a dash for freedom and cracked its LCD screen on the tarmac.

The damage didn't seem massive, but the screen is well and truly jiggered. So, as I carried on my run wondering what my options were and how I was going to tell my sister that I'd had this mishap. It was her camera until a few weeks ago. Ooops.

So, the rest of my run was a little subdued, and I'm afraid the rubber duck race I found was taken with my rubbish mobile phone.

I'm so clumsy it amazes me building doesn't collapse as soon as I put my key in the lock.

Si

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