Yesterday was a day of discoveries - see earlier post about the Swordle bird - one of which was this weevil which appeared on the windowsill while the Diary was reading the newspaper and enjoying a glass of wine and trying not to be drawn in to watching the World Cup. It was a good centimetre long, and one of the weirdest of beasties, having a trunk a bit like an elephant's, under which it seemed to be smoking a pipe, and strange, upturned claws on its feet. A look through this wonderful website suggests it may be a pine weevil - which isn't good news as most of our house is made of pine, including the windowsill on which he was sitting.
It was altogether a strange day yesterday, humid and cloudy with a thick haze obscuring the horizon. The clouds didn't bring any rain, which we're beginning to need for the garden, but today promises to be wetter.