After a soggy day the sun surprisingly emerged in late afternoon and provoked a flurry of activity around the graveyard ivy: wasps, hoveflies, flies and a dingle Red Admiral butterfly. I think this is one of the drone flies.
Earlier, 14yo and I had braved the rain to head into town to watch Night School, an okayish Kevin Hart comedy. I'd have preferred First Man, but the days when I get to choose the movie are long gone. Then I collected 10yo from her sleepover, and that was the weekend.