A medlar fruit and a fly

We didn't get home till after 11pm last night twelve hours after we left Argyll. I couldn't go to bed for some time and spent some good time catching up with Bomble who seemed to have been very well looked after whilst we were away. He is pleased to see us though and even now is sitting beside me, but probably on the off chance that I might feed him with more 'fud'.

I have been lazy all day and only stepped outside when I saw the rich red colour of the Judas tree's last few leaves on its branches. After grabbing a few shots I saw the medlar trees leaves were still mostly attached, and went over to examine its strange fruit. I pointed the lens at one of them and then through the viewfinder saw the little fly very slowly examining the skin of the medlar. I then tried to focus on the fly which was quite hard with the strong wind blowing.

I have back blipped four images from earlier in the week and am running out of things to say. Now we are listening to the last part of an audio recording of MiddleMarch which we listened to for much of the journey. We need to know what happens so I will now listen tot he last thirty minutes and hope it all turns out well, which you can't always guarantee with George Eliot.