A warm and sunny day, and this fresh-out-of-the-chrysalis butterfly graced our garden with its presence.
Admin1 is reading Inhibitor Phase by Alastair Reynolds and Admin2 is reading The Dead of Winter by Rennie Airth.
We scored 11 on the GWQ.
A bee gets a taste of a daisy.
August was colder than June and July, saw 75mm of rain and managed to be the third least sunny August ever by just 3kWh.
Admin1 is reading The Dead of Winter by Rennie Airth. Admin2 is rereading La Belle Sauvage by Philip Pullman.
Owing to roadworks, Admin2 took a different route today and spotted this charming arrangement on some steps.
Admin1 is reading The Other Mother by Michel Bussi. Admin2 is rereading Big Sky by Kate Atkinson.
We put our fruit bowl outside to entice the fruit flies out of the kitchen and the tits went for the fruit instead. But here is a starling of sense eating the bird food.
Admin1 is reading The Three Evangelists by Fred Vargas. Admin2 is reading The Killing Kind by Jane Casey, a horrible book about horrible people.
First one we’ve seen all year. Photo is a bit subdued because it was taken though the window at an angle.
Admin1 is reading This Night’s Foul Work by Fred Vargas. Admin2 is reading First Light by Peter Ackroyd: astronomers, archaeologists, Aldebaran and agriculturalists.
Admin1 is reading London Bridge Is Falling Down by Christopher Fowler. Admin2 is reading Hummingbird Salamander by Jeff Vandermeer.
We scored 10.5 on the GWQ, thanks to Dave and his
lucky guesses unassailable erudition.
Pieris rapae feeding on our lavender.
Admin1 is reading Have Mercy on Us All by Fred Vargas. Admin2 has been reading The Honjin Murders by Seishi Yokomizo, which is like a fiendish logic problem, not helped by its old-fashioned style and Admin2’s ignorance of aristocratic Japanese culture in the 1930s.
Hello, pretty patterned fly-by-day moth. We look forward to golden eggs and stripy caterpillars on the ragweed. Oh, and hello Fiona too. Long time since we’ve had a house guest.
Last month was the third sunniest June on our records: 252.4kWh.
Admin1 is reading The Royal Secret by Andrew Taylor. Admin2 is reading Smoke Screen by Jorn Lier Horst and Thomas Enger.
One of the questions in yesterday’s Guardian quiz prompted a family discussion about the Kasanka National Park in Zambia and its enormous colony of bats. Admins 1 and 2 paid a visit there in 2010, which involved getting up in the middle of the night, trekking through a swampy jungle with some armed guards and climbing rickety wooden towers to view the bats flying around. It was spectacular. Here’s another shot we took:
Anyway, in a weird coincidence the Park turned up in today’s Guardian. Apparently some company wants to open a huge commercial farm which would have a catastrophic effect on the wildlife. The paper also has a nice photo essay on the Park’s bats.
Admin1 is reading The Special Dead by Lin Anderson. Admin2 is rereading The Second Sleep by Robert Harris.
This long-legged lady is living in the cupboard with the coffee cups and jars of jam. God knows what she eats and who fertilised the ball of eggs she is lugging around.
Admin1 is reading Save Me by Mandasue Heller, but gave up halfway on this melodramatic soapy nonsense (only got that far by treating it as a farce).
Admin2 is reading Three Hours by Rosamund Lupton; a school siege in a snowstorm which was so captivating that I expected to hear about it on the news.
First butterfly of spring that hung around for long enough to have its picture taken.
Admin1 is rereading Troubled Blood by Robert Galbraith. Admin2 is reading The Cutting Place by Jane Casey. We scored 10.5 on the GWQ.
The sunniest day so early in the year: 9.68kWh. Sadly it was also horribly cold and windy.
Admin2 is rereading Restless by William Boyd.
Welcome, red robin and happy actual birthday and jab day, Gez.
Today was our warmest March day ever recorded: 26.5 °C but all in all it was pretty averagely warmish, wettish and sunnyish.
Admin1 is reading Black Widow by Chris Brookmyre.
This critter lives in a hole under next-door’s wall and spends its time patrolling the boundary between our properties.
Admin1 is rereading The Memory of Blood by Christopher Fowler and Admin2 is rereading Our Tragic Universe by Scarlett Thomas.
We scored um er 7 on the GWQ.
The first bee of spring, pollinating the willow.
Admin1 is reading The Cut by Chris Brookmyre. Admin2 is reading Victim 2117 by Jussi Adler Olsen, in which all sorts of terrible suffering is visited upon the normally quite jolly staff of Department Q, courtesy of ISIS and a deranged computer gamer.
We scored 9 on the GWQ.
Admin1 is rereading Seventy-Seven Clocks by Christopher Fowler. Admin2 is reading The Ghost Riders of Ordebec by Fred Vargas.
We scored 10 on the GWQ, thanks to knowing the answers to some of the questions. And we completely forgot it was Pie Day.
Admin2 has been reading Klara and the Sun by Kazuo Ishiguro, the tale of a sickly teenager and her devoted robot friend, which was so engaging that Admin2 dreamed the whole thing after reading the first chapter, but so predictable that she got the ending right.
We scored 9 on the GWQ.
Admin1 is rereading Titan by Stephen Baxter and Admin2 is reading The Chalk Circle Man by Fred Vargas.
Prunella modularis channelling Keir Starmer with its hard stare and puffy quiff. Apparently the females of this species prefer to keep two males on the go.
Admin1 is reading The Accordionist by Fred Vargas.
Stomping around in the rain in the far distance, looking thoroughly pissed off, despite its lovely fluffy trousers.
Admin1 is reading Broken Homes by Ben Aaronovitch. Admin2 is reading Orkney Twilight by Clare Carson.
Admin1 is reading Road Closed by Leigh Russell. Admin2 is reading The Strangler’s Honeymoon by Hakan Nesser.
Admin2 is reading Hour of the Wolf by Hakan Nesser.
We scored 11 on the GWQ.
Admin2 is reading The Inheritors by William Golding: Neanderthals meet Cro-Magnons and it all goes down the pan.
The cat is tired out after a hard day, just like us.
Admin1 is reading Cold Christmas by Alastair Gunn (daft plot, borderline readable). Admin2 is rereading, after many years, Satan Wants Me by Robert Irwin, and was transported back to a world of great music, drugs and crazy ideas.