On the way home, I met my first unfriendly driver on St Helena. As I came around a narrow, one lane, blind bend in the road, there he was. As he was going uphill, he had right of way. He just glared at me. I reversed to where I thought he could pass, but he just sat there glaring. I reversed some more. Still no change in his expression. The third reverse ended up too close to the safety wall, and I scraped the back bumper of the church’s car. Upsetting.
Came home and finished unpacking boxes, then went to see Wanda for a quick explanation of what I was doing wrong in my lace making. Once again, after her second explanation, I feel as if I have got the hang of this basic stitch. The top of the strip of lace on the photo, is the “whole” stitch, and the bottom is the “half” stitch.
Walking back to the manse, my eye caught a speck of the most exquisite blues and greens on the road. I looked closer, and saw that it was a dead insect. The colours were iridescent. I just had to bring it home and photograph it in an attempt to capture its one-time beauty. The photo does not show you the depth of the colours, but it is an idea. (Biology was my favourite subject at school)
I would often see those beautiful bugs hovering over the sewerage cover in the alleyway between the kitchen and the manse...I always rushed out with my camera but could never capture it like you have! So sorry about that nasty driver...at least they are the exception and not the norm!
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