Photos from the morning dog walk, after a night of heavy rain. The streams were overflowing and the mud and leaves had washed into ridges with the force of water running down the paths. Rain seems to be more biblical these days. Not so much the drizzle and light showers, more downpours. Of course, now that the flooding has reached Knightsbridge I'm sure they'll sort it all out. Later on I was sat at the dining table working and a butterfly was fluttering around the window outside. Well, okay, I wasn't working, I was looking out of the window. It always amazes me how these delicate creatures with their light dusty wings survive. Where do they hide away to stay safe?
I was reading about purple emperors the other day and all the foul things they love to land on. The stinkier the better it seems. One lady had some stinking bishop cheese to attract them, someone else was trying roadkill and fish paste. Other things were too revolting to mention here, especially after yesterday's post when I feel I dragged the level a little lower than usual. I have to say though, that the dog would definitely eat all of the purple emperor's favourite things.