I keep trying.

She says I'm very trying.

I keep sneaking up on these little buggers, Mam use to reckon a male bugg'er was a bugg'im, Like Mammals and ''Daddals''.

Sometimes the pesky things are back to the ''wall'' and all I get is legs and belly, sometimes old Willy the Wind causes it to leap in and out of focus, like the proverbial Fiddler's elbow.

This obliging peasant chose to park its web just so that I had to shift the recently strewn Hoss- Muck to create a ''cleaner'' patch to park the old knee while I prayed to it with the camera.

I shudder to think what the assortment of passing motorists, who couldn't see the Spider, thought.

:¬O