A busy rainless week with glimpses of the natural world from car windows and between social activities – moments like static photos among the hectic movements of an old film.
- A huge Meccano-like dragonfly whirring in to land on a bent reed – all angles and joints
- The electric blue of damsel flies – migraine flashes in the corner of your eye.
- A pond skater making walking-on-water look easy.
- A grey heron, so still it could have been a fibreglass decoy – statuesque among the bulrushes, prehistoric, in a time lapse of its own, fused to its reflection.
- A tiny newt stubbing fiercely at my finger, unexpectedly strong.
- A comma butterfly appliquéd to a path.
- A large spider in the attic window – I left him well alone.
- Clippings of sage, parsley and lavender – pungently drying in the sun.
- Young sparrows chattering incessantly in the bushes.
- A green woodpecker on grass in the glow of a red sunset.
- House martins spinning high in the evening air.
- The smell of sunburnt grass, honeysuckle and warm tarmac while walking home at 11pm.
- A full moon drenching the village in liquid light that flowed everywhere.