This one is for Fran. Beauty is everywhere.
While I was photographing this web, a family came past, and Daddy lifted up his son, who likes spiders, to see it. So the girl wanted lifted up as well. The wild rose hung down over the path, blocking my way. Further on, the path was flooded, and I paddled along, seeing little eel-like creatures dart across.
I love the way the spider weaves the leaves into the structure, especially across the base. It was filled with “midges” (not the full-blooded West Highland Midge, an evil wee bugger in tackety boots, but the effete English midge, which eats honeydew or something).
A man I knew at the CAB had been given a choice of youth make-work schemes: either dry-stane dyking, or the CAB. So he chose the CAB. Dykes are beautiful, though: I wonder if he regrets his choice.