WITH GUIDED WALKS, geology meetings and scenery painting all vying for my attention at the moment, things are starting to slip, as you can tell from the correspondence that is beginning to gather, hanging there like hibernating bats, on my pinboard. Ladybirds are starting to hibernate too and people are noticing more of the Harlequin variety, coming into houses. As it's larger (though not as large as my wooden bulldog clip variety) and, if anything, even more voracious than our native ladybirds, there are fears that, like the grey squirrel & the red and the mink & the water vole, it might oust some of our native species.
I've been working all day, between other distractions, on my drawing from nature book so, at 6.30 p.m., when I'm Sorry I Haven't a Clue started its 50th series on Radio 4, I sat and drew. And chuckled a bit.