Pic of the week 29/5/22
So two years later than originally planned, on Thursday Becky and I went to see the Killers at Ashton Gate.
It was a cold May night and we were up at the very top row of the highest stand, as far away from the stage as you could possibly be, yet it was still great to go. And one point, i looked down on to the crowd below – a seething mass of humanity – and thought: “yes, the pandemic is over”.
The Manic Street Preachers were the support act, and were very good (I particularly enjoyed their cover of the Cult’s Sanctuary) but it was when, about four songs into their set, that the Killers launched into Mr Brightside that the stadium really erupted into life. Human, their encore, was similarly brilliant.
Back home, the wasps have continued to build their nest in my shed, and it has (had) grown to a reasonable size (golf ball?) – quite a feet of engineering, But now there were always a few wasps buzzing around my head as I went into my shed, so the decision was made to destroy it. So donning long sleeves, a pair of gloves and my safety specs, I gave it a whack with a pole, and fled. I returned to it a while later to find a fair few grubs wriggling on the floor, so I took them outside for the birds. The inside of the nest was pretty impressive, I do feel a little bad about destroying it, but I fear it may have got huge by the end of the summer.
The inside of the nest.
And, in the ivy covering the back wall, I have discovered a birds nest. Much of the time you see a beady eye and painful looking beak poking out at you when you look closely, but this evening there was nothing sat on the nest so I had a closer peak and saw at least one blue egg. I look forward to the new arrivals …