Ghost moth

Today I took Milly (pony) out for some exercise first thing, with a friend: a short ride together, around quiet lanes.  There was a light mist at first, but it was dry. In the past, this would have been 100% pleasure: looking out over Sheffield from the hills on the city's northern side; concentrating on balance and movement, watching out for anything that might make Milly nervous (today, a silent bicycle coming up behind us at speed was enough to send her scooting forwards in semi-panic, but we got over that all right). But the honest truth: I have lost my nerve with riding, since falling off a couple of years ago (no harm done, but that was just good luck).  The time is right for Milly to move on to a younger and braver human companion, as I hope will happen in September.
Then it rained all afternoon and I got on with household tasks.  Spent an hour and a half in a relaxed videocall with a very old friend in the States. Which of us has the more chaotic and more scary government at the moment? It's hard to call. We cheered each other up...
A quick chat with the GP, on the phone: these days, we can't make a simple appointment, it has to be a phone consultation first. I understand why... and she was very helpful... blood tests will follow (to check on the medication I take for an underactive thyroid).
After all that I had forgotten entirely about Blips and photos. But a short walk in the garden, as the light was fading, brought a glimpse of this delicate moth flitting among the oregano flowers. I wasn't fast enough with the iPhone to adjust the shutter speed, but maybe that doesn't matter... this ghostly image perfectly captures the sense of softness and fleeting movement.