At first sight the hedge looked as though it had wisps of thread attached to it. I looked again. Spiders’ webs, the frost clinging to them, like torn hairnets over the leaves. Continue reading
I didn’t even see the spider at first. My eyes were focused on the red tendrils of the vine. So delicate, and now they are turning, they look like arteries carrying life blood.
It seems such a precarious place to build a web. Though on the other hand, the clever spider that constructed a vast cobweb over the entrance to the binshed had the whole shebang destroyed when the humans walked stickily straight into it. Continue reading