I keep thinking of the phrase "what a tangled web we weave", but how inappropriate it is for all the beautifully crafted and tangle free creations I saw along the river bank that day. A few more yet to come on these pages.
It continues to be dull, wet and uninspirational back here in Bedford, so I am glad of my haul from earlier on in September when Summer wasn't such a distant thought.
Dew on webs is one of my favorite natural combinations. Our webs of deception are tangled because we don't have the instincts to lay them out properly.
