I took this around 4.30am, with flash, and thought that, as it was so distinctive, identification would be simple. Not so. I can't find anything remotely similar in my Collins.Suggestions will be welcomed.
I'm beginning to think it doesn't really matter very much whether one knows the variety or not. It is a brown moth and I suppose that's good enough.
By 5.30am I was up-and-about and the light was gorgeous for photography. The rambling rose shown below is determined to climb the rowan tree. And why not ! ..... I continued working 'earlies' and went shopping before taking Y to the tram. My theory was that, after I had delivered her, I could just 'slump' and avoid the worst of the heat.
Alex has been here all day and has worked through it - he must have lost pounds - but he has shifted an incredible amount of jobs. The conifer hedge at the rear, clearing out the gutters, rotovating ..... to mention but a few.During my shopping jaunt I bought a large pair of mole-grips, as being about the only tool which would grab the ring-nut holding the hot-water tap in place - underneath the wash-hand basin in Y's bathroom. My assumption proved correct and I was able to finish off that job.
While I was in B&Q I bought one of the little yellow duck watering cans for Jill. See picture on the right. Either this evening, or tomorrow, I'll make a parcel of it and send it on its way to Chiswick.
We are having jacket potatoes and salad for our main meal and, while in the kitchen I dealt with the 3lbs of goosberries and have stewed them with some bramley apple. They are cooling now, and they taste good.
My responses to your comments
jbw .... Yours is the only comment so far John. I guess I am publishing a little early.
Couldn't agree more about Longfellow !
Jill ...... Good job I didn't publish then but 'saved' - I knew you would be along.
Re the bruising. Quite funny really considering the blood test was taken by the self-proclaimed expert. Anyway - she is such a nice girl I forgive her. It's worse today, but no picture - I don't want to have to impose a 9pm watershed.
Your waste-collection system, or lack of it, sounds horrendous. We shall all have to become Jack Russell owners.
Bob ..... There are certainly less insects than hithertofore. Last night I sat with the light on and my bedroom window open. In the 40s and 50s my room would have been alive with moths etc., but not so now. Just the solitary visitor photographed.
I'm afraid I don't see the point of humane traps. When you release the critters they simply return to where they wanted to be all along.
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Quotation time .......
"By the shores of Gitche Gumee By the shining Big-
Sea- Water Downward through the evening twilight
In the days that are forgotten"
Sea- Water Downward through the evening twilight
In the days that are forgotten"
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An early blog like this will free up our evening. We both want to watch the Hockney programme on iplayer. That's a link folks. Save you finding it yourself if you want to watch it.
"Sleep tight - catch you tomorrow"








