Fooled by the washing line

This dragonfly had strayed a couple of hundred metres from the river where I usually spot them.  I think it thought the washing line was a colourful flower!  It stayed there a few minutes.  Our neighbour Clare and baby Daniella came round for tea but otherwise I just made the most of the last but one day here to chill out with my book.  An evening walk beckons.  It has been too hot to stomp about during the day.