Monday, July 07, 2014
Yesterday I ventured up the quarry road. The sunny spells were welcome but it was still windy, although the wind was now from the west and slightly warmer. Looking back I realised the hills had been swallowed up by low grey clouds and sure enough, the rain soon caught me up; but it was only a shower. The rapidity with which the weather changes here makes you dizzy.
There were several largish insects on the wild thyme resembling shiny black bumblebees; these were, I learnt later, giant tachinid flies.
The female lays her eggs in the living larva of other insects so that her own hatchlings have a store of food on tap.