... all this trapping

You have been my friend. That in itself is a tremendous thing. I wove my webs for you because I liked you. After all, what's a life, anyway? We're born, we live a little while, we die. A spider's life can't help being something of a mess, with all this trapping and eating flies. By helping you, perhaps I was trying to lift up my life a trifle. Heaven knows anyone's life can stand a little of that.”
E.B. White, Charlotte's Web

Grey and mizzly and confined to barracks, I have been cleaning surfaces and wiping down pictures!! Rather pathetically I tend to swipe around spiders, and there seem to be an awful lot of them - those teeny bodied creatures with long legs that spin madly if you look at them. Don't worry - this web was not actually in the house, standards are not that rustic, but was hanging off the gate. All that wiping and cabin fever can set in, so I ventured out in the damp and felt the better for it. A man was on his boat, some cormorants lurked on a pontoon and that was about it. The big excitement was seeing a flash of brilliant turquoise as a kingfisher sped by.