B ON A BENCH

A breezy walk in the cemetery this morning. B waited on the bench and chatted to passing dogs and their people while I went off to look for birds in a nearby hedge.

That tree looming behind the lamppost is some sort of oak with a corky bark which exudes sap in the summer and is a magnet for butterflies and insects. Nothing visible today, but I expect there are lots hibernating in its cracks and crevices.

Don't tell B I blipped him, please.