In the potting shed...

In the potting shed today. No, not potting plants. It is my retreat. There is a bed in there with loads of pillows and warm blankets, cats and a dog on top of me. I do like sitting in fresh air even on a cold frosty day.

Loads of cobwebs on the windows, and dead spiders. I have no idea why the spiders do not crawl in the gaps in the door to go back outside, but once they have spun a web, regardless of whatever, they stay with that web even if there is nothing to fly into it. And they dehydrate and die.

I took a spider outside once when it was obvious nothing was going to fly into the web, but the spider came back in again, right back to its web, eventually it dehydrated and died.