Scarce Chaser

After we dropped Sophie at school, we treated ourselves to a full English breakfast, sitting in the sunshine at the Avalon Marshes Cafe.

We walked off some of the calories in the Nature Reserve afterwards with a soundtrack of birdsong, a distant bittern booming and the call of a cuckoo.

I took photos of a family of swans, a peacock butterfly sunning itself and a few watery landscapes with Wide Wednesday in mind, but when this dragonfly obliged by posing at the top of an old reed, it had to be my blip for today. It even turned out to have a satisfyingly poetic name according to Siri.

When we got home we decided to take a few bags of garden waste to take to the recycling centre. 

One of the bags had apparently attached itself to the trunk of last year’s Christmas tree, which I’ve been intending to saw up for the fire, and when I moved the bag the tree leaped forward with surprising speed and caught me a resounding blow on my ear, making me see stars and making a nasty and rather gory cut on said ear. After a visit to the pharmacist and the local minor injuries unit, I am now sporting a very attractive dressing to pull the cut together.

Not many people can say they’ve been attacked by a Christmas tree, at least not in May!