The sight of this flower beetle takes me back to the sunny meadows of childhood where holding one of these bloodsuckers was a right of passage! Misnamed, they hunt the flower heads for tiny insects although this one seemed to be drinking nectar.
Fairies gambol and flit by the pond — dragonflies whizzing past my lens at the speed of sound — boom! I know — shutter speed too slow!
Just above the water of the pond, perched on a rush, is a tiny skipper — it seems to be laying eggs.
In the back-ground on this idyllic day is the sound of this little chap, well thousands of him, and not heard often in wet Wales!
Sorry — not always the crispest of images but I am working on it!