|honey bee with full pollen baskets|
|Meghan & Harry's wedding celebrations :o)|
|A Sabre Wasp (that's not a sting, it's an ovipositor, for laying eggs)|
|Mullein Moth Caterpillar working his way through Buddleia leaves|
|Moth eggs laid on the window|
|Veronica Tissane White|
|Burnet Companion moth, a day flyer|
|Common Blue Damselfly eclosed from the pond|
|Crab Spider with prey|
|Damselfly pair mating|
We thoroughly enjoyed it. Gorgeous weather, beautiful setting, elegant bride and dashing groom, the odd naughty horse careering off towards the crowd and the open-mouthed wonder of the page boy. And wasn't the Bishop marvellous? I loved the barely-disguised grins on William and Camilla's faces and the increasingly frozen ones on Harry and Meghan's as everyone wondered just how long he was going to go on for. Marvellous stuff.
And then on to a busy week: sweet peas, black-eyed susans and honeywort seedlings planted out in pots and beds; a new Scabious bought for the perennial garden; an oak I grew from an acorn four years ago planted at the top of the garden; various creatures stuck in the greenhouse rescued (one of which was the marvellous Sabre wasp in the pic. She isn't dangerous, she doesn't sting, the long thing attached to her is the tube she lays her eggs through. I am puzzled why she's here in our garden, because she's a pine specialist and we don't have pines); Jays and Woodpeckers chased away from nest boxes; a blackbird who'd been hit by a car saved from the road; a phone call to the police after a tree came down in the road last night; all 48 of my couch to 5k group navigated safely through their first set of 3x 5 minutes runs. And then Ted, during a particularly violent game of football with Pop, forgot himself so far as to tear a branch off my buddleia globosa (which I had to look everywhere for and in the end order). M put it in water and two days later I realised there was a mullein caterpillar on it. I've just put him on the other buddleia outside because he's gone through all the leaves on the decapitated branch already.
And then finally I had to help M do a time session at club on Monday night, recording the names and positions of 43 club members all running round a 5k village lane course in the heat as fast as they could.
With all that going on, I've had very little time to stop and think that I'm running a marathon at the weekend.
Three days before a marathon you're supposed to carbo load, ensuring your muscles and liver are replete with the stores of glycogen needed to power you round 26.2 miles. I would, except I've come down with a stomach bug and food is frankly the last thing I feel like.
Poppy and I ran this morning, a careful 4.5 miles, and it was pretty horrendous. I ran on an empty stomach, which is fine, I'm used to doing that, but I still felt utterly lacklustre and walked bits of the hills.
The forecast is for hot weather and thunder storms on Sunday. If I was of a negative cast of mind, I'd say it feels as if things are conspiring against me. Luckily, I'm not that way inclined and these kinds of travails only serve to bring out my Inner Stubborn Git. I've trained over long miles in hot weather so as long as there's some shade that won't be a problem, I'll just run more slowly.
However, I do have to be sensible. While you can run a 5k while under the weather, a marathon in hot temperatures with a stomach bug isn't going to work. So I will have to wait and see. Worse case, I'll find another one to do in a couple of weeks. I've got a list :o). Such is life. I will update you all on Saturday, by which time I hope to be feeling better and able to run the next day. If not, it's just bad timing and a case of onwards and upwards.
Hope you're all well, and GOOD LUCK to B at Coastal Ripples who is running her first competitive 10k on Sunday. I'll be thinking of you, Barbara. Go, Girl! You can do it!