Again…

Damsel fly. Same as a couple of days ago.
They are rare in our area, so forgive the excitement. (After I snapped it I felt obliged to do a couple of laps of the garden singing ‘Champion the Wonder Horse’ ).

And, I wasn’t exactly the picture of sartorial elegance. Even Himself, who loves me, mentioned that my attire today would make Worzel Gummidge look dapper. I knew I was going to be risking muddy knees and wet feet, so there seemed little point in making much effort.