Messy feeder...

An early blip of a hoverfly guzzling pollen from a late-blooming Cistus flower, its face and legs liberally sprinkled with the bounty. The advantage of cool mornings is that the insects are slower to react, and are happy to ignore a macro lens thrust into their face.

The rest of the day was occupied with taking Chris and all his belongings back to Sheffield. After some last minute shopping, we set off after lunch and had a good run until we reached the area around the University, which seemed to be one huge traffic jam. We crawled through Broomhill, which was full of freshers, all looking very young and excited. It's hard to believe that it was only three years ago that Chris was in the same situation, though I don't think he ever looked quite so fresh-faced.

After unpacking the car, I joined Chris and two of his housemates for coffee, and then set off on the road again so that I could leave Sheffield before rush hour. Despite it being before four, the roads were busier than I've previously experienced, and it took an age to crawl out of the city. The rest of the journey was uneventful, which was a relief, as it was on this same journey last year that I had a very close miss with a lorry.