TINY WEAVER

I spent Thursday and Friday laid low with bad migraine which hasn't happened for years, though I'm grateful it was only two days and not as prolonged as it regularly used to be in the bad old days. I was also shaken to hear that a dear friend has had a stroke, though fortunately the outlook for her eventual recovery is positive.
The old cemetery provided the fresh air and exercise I badly needed and although the sparrowhawk was about again, looking menacing and magnificent (extra), I chose this tiny spider making a web on the gorse bush.
I've backblipped the last/lost two days, for what they're worth.