First of the elderly

So there i  was minding m y own business, enjoying a good spell of uninterrupted sun shine without a howling gale. When along came Mr or Mrs peacock, looking, i might add more gladiatorial than usual. Must have been a rough winter. A few battle scars anyhoo. 
I watched its wobbly progress from flowering Aubretia to Primrose and then a goodly stretch on a rock in the warm spring sunshine.
And as they do, it fluttered on by.....