Forage on the Borage!

Still damp and gusty. No table tennis. But still we plough on... what choice do we have, hehe. Day 'gods know what' of the lockdown...

The dismal grey skies didn't lend themselves to a proper testing of the new macro lens, no least because everything is either hiding or flying around madly in the winds. This fellow was dipping into the borage, though, and I got something of a clear shot at him.

Do go Large for him, he's quite decent. Despite the weather the Sun did rise this morning, though perhaps there were a few less folk on the hills dancing him up than normal. It is Beltane, an important date midway between the Spring Equinox and Summer Solstice...

...and of course that brings out the dullest of our national journalists, who love to whine on about (apparently) our having sex with goats... Of course, we've all made our views known to IPSO...

A stuffer piece to fill a page of The Scum, but imagine if it were the Jews, or Muslims... anyhow, luckily we know how to laugh. And occasionally bleat.