Pipe dream

Constant showers of persistent precipitation for the solstice meant that Midsummer's Day was something of a damp squib. To be fair, there was very little wind, so at least the rain was vertical. But as we drove home from a lunchtime treat at Skerries Bistro, water was draining off the fields straight across the roads.

What is a grumpy dragon hunter to do?

(That's the dragon hunter who is grumpy, rather than a hunter of grumpy dragons, but I digress)

Well, what I did was this...

Pipe cleaners?!

Crafts?

Is old Tense losing it?

C'mon, hands up who remembers this dragon from these very pages in 2012?

She's a Golden-ringed Dragonfly (photographed in Beinn Eighe national nature reserve), the only lady G-rD I've ever knowingly seen.

And with a little bit of industry and the odd casual expletive, here's my homage to a spectacular ode.

We can only hope that the sun puts in an appearance soon, for all your sakes!