May has been a complete washout but while I was walking through the cemetery I spotted a lace wing hovering in a shaft of sunlight. Small and pale green the light gave its fluttering shape a halo and to all who might see it could have been a mythical sprite abroad on a summer’s eve. No wonder stories of fairies began so long ago. When I looked on the web there were some photos but then I saw this one and thought how amazing and creative some people are.