Just added a photograph of Pterostichus madidus to one of the ground beetle pages. It is similar to Pterostichus niger, except that niger is slighly bigger - though their sizes do overlap - and niger has reddish antennae and a differently shaped thorax.
Well autumn is truly here. This is the first day this year that I have lit my wood burner in the daytime. It is cold and rainy outside. And as soon as I have finished this I'm off to the woods with my dog for a wet walk. She loves it, and I confess that after the first few minutes I do too - provided I'm dressed for it.
Went to try to buy a pair of waterproof boots this morning, but failed. Every pair of boots I buy leaks after a while - it can take weeks or up to 3 months, but the so-called waterproof boots aren't. You can hike, trek and climb mountains, but you cannot saunter through wet grass! I wax the leather with Nikwax, and that helps a bit, but they will leak within days in wet weather. Consequently I have about 6 pairs in various states of drying out waiting to be waxed.
I know I should wear wellies, and I do sometimes, but I like the support that boots have, and they are much more comfortable.
Bombus pascuorm workers are still foraging off the herbs and lavender in the garden. A few queens of terrestris and lucorum are still around, but I haven't seen any pascuorum or hortorum for days.
I've just finished reading "Thinking the unthinkable, might there be no way out for Britain" by Tim Morgan from Tullett Prebon. Scary reading, especially after reading Adam Fergusson's When Money Dies. Why don't those in power just admit how bad things are, then silly people with jobs and guaranteed final salary pensions might not want to go on strike so that others have to contribute so much more to their pension that they have none left to put into their own.
All people care about now is their entitlements. We are not entitiled to anything. We have responsibilities.
Taxes are there to run the country and to help the old, young and sick. Ooh I am getting angry, but isn't it about time we paid our way?
To take a quote from one of my all time favourite books David Copperfield
“Annual income twenty pounds, annual expenditure nineteen pounds nineteen and six. Result happiness.
Annual income twenty pounds, annual expenditure twenty pounds ought and six. Result misery.”
I'm with Micawber on this, and the result is not just a miserable country, but a miserable world.
On a happier note I am just starting the the Goblet of Fire in my re-read of the Harry Potters. And I'm glad to say I'm enjoying them as much the second time as I did the first. I have also taken to P G Wodehouse's Jeeves and Wooster - rather late, I admit. Perhaps it is the longing for a more innocent time. I wish I had Bertie's standard of living and a Jeeves to look after me.
Oh well, the breadmaker has just pinged, so I'll take out the pine nut and pesto bread whose smell has been wafting from the kitchen. Then off for a muddy walk, and back to warm bread and butter by a log fire - who am I to complain!