An Evening in the Rain

My back is sore, a sort of slightly knitting needle stabby pain at the top of my left buttock. Lovely.

This has kept me going running this week, as I try and save my rather tired body for my last cricket league game tomorrow. How long ago it seems since we started this season, in the cold of early May.

The summer never really got much better.

Tonight I had intended to go for a bike ride, but as soon as I got home from work, the rain came down from evil skies, so I decided to take my new rucksack, and slip on some wet weather gear as soon as was required while I was on the move.

Actually, I needed my sex kag as soon as I walked out the door.

I followed my two lakes route, mainly walking but with a few jogged sections just to try and loosen up the muscles ready for tomorrow. In my unflatteringly tight running tights, my stomach wobbled too much for my taste and everything was horribly stiff. Still I was out there for two hours, minus a brief stop for Aldi Prosecco.

Which I'll probably never drink.

The moth is a centre barred sallow, a good find apparently. It's lovely.

Si

All text and images copyright CreamCrackeredNature 01.09.17

My Last Bumblebee Bothering of the Year

I'm off work at the moment, and thus spending a lot of time being able to wander around and point my mobile phone camera at anything that catches me eye. Whether it wants to be photographed or not.

I suppose this is the dilemma of the low rent nature photographer like myself, who has absolutely no equipment whatsoever. Not for me the huge long lenses I see advertised in my RSPB magazine, to be worn by proper naturalists in expensive breathables. No, for me it is Tresspass, a T shirt and a mobile phone. I have to be close.

Witness this queen tree bumblebee, probably that last one I shall see all year. It was energetically making its way up the lavender flowers still in bloom in the library park, and showing no irritation at all with the giant creature waving an enormous flashing tombstone in its antennae. If you were someone engaged in a desperate struggle to stock up on calories for hibernation, how would you react to having a giant squid's eye rammed into your face as you went about your business?

"Oh bloody hell, here comes that pratt in the sunnies again, waggling his rubbish phone right in my face while I'm trying to eat. I've got a winter to survive, he looks well padded enough to not need to worry about the colder months! Sheesh, I've just banged my proboscis on that thing! Will he ever just leave me alone?"

Hopefully, there are worse nuisances than me around.

Si