Spittal, Berwick upon Tweed
So of course it's cold, and windy, and wet. At least it is here in the North East. I'm so pleased I didn't plan a day out on one of Northumberland's beautiful beaches with ham sandwiches and a bucket and spade.
A glimmer of sun appeared for about 2 minutes earlier, and wrought changes on my new babies. Yes, folks, I'm going to stop being a cat and mouse bore, and become a garden spiderling bore....
They had been hanging in a tight droplet formation when I saw them this morning, swaying in a rather stiff breeze, and illustrating perfectly the superb strength of a near-invisible web. Last night they tucked themselves into a groove in the wooden door. As soon as the sun flickered momentarily through the cloud, they began to spread.
I'm intrigued by them, and need to learn more. How long will they stay together? How will they disperse? Do they care if it's cold or sunny? When will they start feeding? If they ignore small prey, favouring wasps and flies, do they go hungry till they grow into the adult whopper? Shall I give them all names?
Anyway, I see (mad fanatical light fading from eyes) that the poor starved clematis has picked up no end since I repotted it into a large recycling box. Very nice, dear, and it's lovely to see you growing so tall. Keep it up.
Now I'm back inside, with socks and central heating on, watching the drizzle begin. It has a persistent look about it - Bank Holiday determination. I hope the sun is shining with all its might where you are. So unfair!