Looking out of our kitchen window this morning, I noticed a moorhen feather dancing in the wind, trapped in a spider’s web on next door’s tiller.
With Halloween fast approaching, it seemed rather apt in an obtuse sort of way, and as I watched, it was as if the feather was alive, struggling to get free of the sticky shackles holding it.
It twisted and twirled, stretched and turned, all to no avail of course, until eventually it stilled.
I’ve always found spiders webs a stunning vision of Nature, beautiful and enchanting yet lethal to anything that dares to test its jewelled strands.
For the first time, we have had spiders aboard, we believe hitchhikers from when we stayed at Comberton under the trees earlier in the year.
Our feather duster (a whole one pound’s worth of it) has been adequate to flick away the tiny webs, only to have them reappear in a day or two.
Friends gave us some conkers, and by putting a dish filled with them at each end of the boat, our arachnid visitors have got the message.
People have laughed at us saying it doesn’t work, but then most admit having spiders aboard and have never tried it.
As I write, I wonder where this post and my thoughts are going.
I suppose in a way anything Beautiful can have a Dark Side.
In retrospect, conkers aren’t beautiful or even interesting as they lie there, brown but shiny in their dish.
However, they are enough to keep the nasties away.
Something may be beautiful to look at but never overlook something plain.
Sometimes, I think I think too much.
Images from google today.