Overnight a badger (allegedly, CSI are still running DNA through their computer) stumbled upon a wasp nest in the wall of the accursed Fragrant Cloud Bed, digging a large hole and partly demolishing it. Grumpy wasps are not high on my list of enchanting wildlife but they spent the day innocuously flitting about, busy in their remedial works. It was hard to say whether they have decided that the neighbourhood was a tad too rough for their liking and have moved elsewhere, or are defiantly rebuilding their des res.
The day was also full of butterflies, a relief after a notable absence. Most especially, fritillary seemed to be everywhere. I did wonder if it was same one following me around but later, whilst discussing the intricacies of soft fruit collection with Bosswoman, we watched a pair with romance on their mind dance across the garden.