This is Wednesday's bedraggled astrantia standing still enough to finally allow me to do it justice. The wind has dropped but the cloud hasn't lifted ... until this evening. I, on the other hand, have not stood still, in spite of feeling a bit rubbish. Jobs are still looming but tomorrow is the day for meeting the biggest one head on. Early night tonight I think. Which means that I won't be hanging on to see if a certain spiky visitor which appeared for the first time ever in the garden last night, reappears. He may be blipped yet.