Mile High Club

Gorgeous morning - not too hot, clear blue skies, the sort of weather the English usually dream of. (Sorry to rub it in).

So, here I am, hanging out round the lavender bush, communing with the bees - as you do. Taking the odd shot.

And I see this hover fly (Simosyrphus grandicornis, for Angellight). It's in mid-air, and it's hovering in the same place for quite a decent length of time. So I think, what's that all about, hover flies don't usually stay put, they generally dart all over the place.

Then I notice that there's two of them and they are indulging in a spot of how's your father. And if you were flat on your back with your wings parked, being held up by a male in mid-air - it'd seem a mile high to you as well.

Even sexier in large.