A clever piece of spin

When I was a small child, Doctor Gurr, a spider expert and family friend, would visit our house with a few choice live specimens in his pockets. Moving to the depths of the English countryside where our house spiders were given names (I was never going to become someone who did a proper job) I have become the sort of City-dweller who apologises to her garden spiders when she needs to disturb a web. So I look forward to the enormous Miss Muffet spiders with stripy knees, setting up multiple homes in my early Autumn garden.

I’ll spare you the actual spider pictures, dear reader, in case our eight-legged friends give you the heebie-jeebies. But the webs are things of beauty. These were in the early morning with the dew still heavy on the grass and the holly providing a sort of brocade behind.

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