At the end of April, I found a Lackey Moth nursery in a blackthorn bush. I'm not sure whether I like it or not. It's an extraordinary, construction - a kind of sealed over hammock made of a white material that's like spider-web.
Inside - and venturing onto the outside too, the larvae.
Yesterday (May 15th 2011) I went to see what had happened. Life seemed to have stopped. But see the sloes? (The fruit of blackthorn.) At the moment, they are small and green. They never grow large but, by the berry season, they will be black.
No just going-home. What else to see?
All along the way, tall plants with white umbels.
And, opposite, a little path leading down to a little beach. (We've been here before.)
The bushes and undergrowth are making it a narrow way.
Then it opens out, you turn to the right and there . . .
Where, in the rocks, we can't miss the millennia.
Pause, turn, walk back through the gap between the bank and the rocks
Where there's a thistle-type plant beside the way