We’ve been bouncing around the country like a pinball this week, the trusty family estate car (station wagon) clawing through the miles*, since the wedding in Oxford last weekend, destinations have included, Aberystwyth which is as difficult to get to as it is to spell, London, Manchester, Bakewell, Matlock and Bangor. And it’s not over yet, Stirling and two trips to Manchester have still to be chalked up this week. Whilst we’ve had some rainy trips, we’ve managed to avoid the worst of the flooding that has blighted great swathes of the country, it is all to do with the Jet Stream apparently
At dusk tonight Spud the dog and I went out for a spot of bat watching, no hope of capturing them on camera I’m afraid they are too swift and agile for me to manage anything other than admiring them.
Another summer evening pleasure to my mind is the scent of the garden, however this year, to my nose the honeysuckle’s perfume seems rather diluted by the lack of good weather,
but closer inspection of an image taken with flash shows that as far as insects are concerned the honeysuckle is as attractive as ever.
*We tried to travel by train, but the cost of fares and scheduling of trains put the mockers on that plan.