Horace is sun-bathing in my garden here in Lewes, UK today – Summer has finally arrived, three months late, a so-called Indian Summer but, hey, I am not complaining…and neither is Horace. The sun is shining on him now that he is made one his most intricate webs tight across my steps up to the garden and he has just enjoyed a delicious fly for breakfast. I hope the sun is shining on you all too wherever you are today.
