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Here he is sitting on the trowel about 6" away from me with a worm, "helping" me doing the gardening.

Not a photographic marvel, but interesting anyway. I've seen contrail shadows at sunset but never at midday and as the picture shows (this is unprocessed) the shadow was really obvious.

I'm not sure if the shadow was of the contrail it is lieing along, or of the one behind it.
The sun is to the left of the picture, the contrail and shadow are pointing almost directly into it.

I particularly like this quote from Wikipedia

Writing about life in Victorian Cambridge, Gwen Raverat (granddaughter of Charles Darwin) describes the 'sport' of Stinkhorn hunting:

In our native woods there grows a kind of toadstool, called in the vernacular The Stinkhorn, though in Latin it bears a grosser name. The name is justified, for the fungus can be hunted by the scent alone; and this was Aunt Etty's great invention. Armed with a basket and a pointed stick, and wearing special hunting cloak and gloves, she would sniff her way round the wood, pausing here and there, her nostrils twitching, when she caught a whiff of her prey; then at last, with a deadly pounce, she would fall upon her victim, and poke his putrid carcass into her basket. At the end of the day's sport, the catch was brought back and burnt in the deepest secrecy on the drawing-room fire, with the door locked; because of the morals of the maids.

I particularly like this quote from Wikipedia

Writing about life in Victorian Cambridge, Gwen Raverat (granddaughter of Charles Darwin) describes the 'sport' of Stinkhorn hunting:

In our native woods there grows a kind of toadstool, called in the vernacular The Stinkhorn, though in Latin it bears a grosser name. The name is justified, for the fungus can be hunted by the scent alone; and this was Aunt Etty's great invention. Armed with a basket and a pointed stick, and wearing special hunting cloak and gloves, she would sniff her way round the wood, pausing here and there, her nostrils twitching, when she caught a whiff of her prey; then at last, with a deadly pounce, she would fall upon her victim, and poke his putrid carcass into her basket. At the end of the day's sport, the catch was brought back and burnt in the deepest secrecy on the drawing-room fire, with the door locked; because of the morals of the maids.

It seems half the town came down to see the steam train. It was pouring with rain, and everybody had umbrellas, as soon as it pulled into the platform everybody rushed towards the engine so the only halfway decent picture I managed to get was this one just before it left. Ellie wants to try again this evening when it goes back