October, The World Wide Web!
A low autumn sun on a cold morning reveals a usually hidden world both beautiful and macabre. Briefly, the sinister spinnings of millions of spiders are made visible through the happy marriage of early morning sun light and cold water clinging to silk. A spot light is thrown on the breath taking ingenuity and industry of spiders. A Taj Mahal glistens between dock seed head spikes. A ghostly pyramid is wrapped around knapweed. The dome of St Paul’s Cathedral, slightly toppily, between ragwort stems. Tightropes of unnerving length. Classic cobwebs and chaotic muddles. Every single thing here has been used for spinning. The huge gorse bush has been shrink wrapped in silk, every spike covered. Stand still for long enough and you too will be incorporated into the web. As my dull brain begins to wonder at the number and variety of spiders, the slow rising of the sun begins to wipe any trace of this arachnid civilisation from view.
As I return home my thoughts are all with the fly.
