Prayer flag.

The shed is empty, except for spiders. I never realised how many shared the shed with us until this weekend. And they have been having a right old feast. I collected 21 butterfly wings. They looked like Tibetan prayer flags hanging by the spider's thread that had most probably ensnared them. The slightest breeze and they would gently lift and catch the light. Seeing it was one of those oddly uplifting moments.