Quite a week - the fallout of a week away, then a burst main, George's AS results and Cathy in a drama-workshop-week at the end of which she got killed in 'lord of the flies'...!! (Luckily she made a miraculous recovery and walked offstage). On Friday evening I can barely believe I got up and approached this... seems every year the ants in the nests agree a time and day to crawl out and fly off in their hundreds. Why or when or how I know not, I thought if I captured it someone more knowledgeable than me (it isn't hard) could fill me in?
Thank you and mwah for calling by :)
