It's August, almost without me realising it, it's time to think about a summer holiday. We have a few things to do this week, but I think we'll drive off somewhere next week. I don't know what happened to July. I have a great calendar that someone bought me for Christmas, with photographs of roundabouts. Here is July's that I have hardly had a moment to enjoy.
It's described on the caption as 'awesome'.
We have been visited again this month by deer. I thought they had decided to leave us after I chased them off my gooseberry patch.
And he was here this morning.
But we have had an extraordinary number of butterflies. And that just after a wildlife warning of declining numbers. Mind you, I have no idea whether rarer species are in trouble and the vast majority of those here are large whites (which frankly we can do without). But here's a comma
and a rather nice peacock.