Monday, 23 June 2008
I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows.
Willliam Shakespeare - A Midsummer Nights Dream.
Saturday, 21 June 2008
Thursday, 19 June 2008
The bees love these Welsh poppies. They have nice open flowers with lots of pollen. Can see this bee's pollen sac very clearly. In some ways the Welsh poppies are a nuisance, seeding themselves everywhere, but they brighten up the garden and are obviously a good nectar plant. They have different seed pods to the red poppies, the seeds escaping from the ridges at the side, rather than the top of the seed capsule
Monday, 16 June 2008
Sunday, 15 June 2008
Thursday, 12 June 2008
Wednesday, 11 June 2008
Tuesday, 10 June 2008
Thursday, 5 June 2008
Donna Leon's books pull no punches when describing Italian public life and how difficult it is to get beyond the institutionalisd lethargy and corruption. Having read nearly all of them, I feel that I almost know Venice intimately.
The Burning Girl by Mark Billington
This is a very dark book. The only redeeming feature is that there is a certain amount of black humour in it. I have now read all of the series featuring Tom Thorne, apart from the last one.
Friday Nights by Joanna Trollope
Another aga saga by Joanna Trollope. Still very readable. This one reminded me of Maeve Binchy's style. More about a group of people thrown together, rather than the dynamics of family life.
Wednesday, 4 June 2008
Tuesday, 3 June 2008
This is the outer casing or test of the edible sea-urchin - Echinus esculentus. I found this one on Lower Largo beach many years ago. At that time there were a lot of these on the beach at Largo Bay, not many whole but a lot of broken ones, but it's a long time since I've even seen a small fragment.
Sunday, 1 June 2008
Wood pigeon 2
Blue tit 1
Great tit 1
House sparrow - male 2
House sparrow - female 2
House sparrow - juvenile 1
Chaffinch - male 1
Collared doves 2
Frenzied feeding activity from the birds at the moment, particularly the sparrows and starlings. Young sparrows nearly as big as their parents, still asking to be fed in characteristic fluttring pose. There is a great deal of screeching and diversionary tactics when the crows are nearby. It's almost as if the crows are waiting for the young fledglings to leave the security of the nest.
The swallows are still swooping overhead, hoovering up the insects, and also sitting on the telephone wires.