Wolves Wild

During pauses in the persistent rain, honey bees out gathering pollen. They were diving deep into some camellia flowers to get their pollen baskets packed even fuller.

One of nature’s standard colour-coded warnings: black and yellow stripes equals danger. This scarlet tiger moth doesn’t sting. The coarse bristles probably already make it unpleasant to eat. Anything which tries to eat it anyway would get bigger problems. The caterpillar is poisonous.

In close-up view, the tiny seeds in the inside of a red pepper remind me of nothing so much as rows of standing stones.

I was trying to get a picture of the willow catkins in the foreground, using a mobile phone camera. Instead it’s a portrait of an intricate maze, with the tangle of branches from the other trees behind.

Possibly a layered cup fungus (Peziza varia, also sometimes called cellar cup fungus) growing in a leaky shed.

A maple, just as the leaves were starting to open. The tree was growing by the road and the canal at Newbridge. As I stood on the bridge, the branch was at eye level.