Squashed

Not a wonderful photo of a Butterfly (or moth) mid flight but of one squashed on the window. A crash landing or misjudgement! 

A ghastly day (again).

I picked up Connie and we drove through puddled lanes to the Wiltshire Scrapstore for our now regular Monday morning coffee and craft.

The road between Sandy Lane and Rowden Hill is bordered with Bluebells. Despite the rain, their beauty is astounding. A photo for another day...