When my eyesight was still good, I was a bit of an amateur photographer. This is one of mine.
The thing I always loved about this photo was the crispness of the bee as it approached the thistle. In the UK we have lots of grand old buildings, which are managed by a kind-of state-charity called the National Trust, and this photo was taken in the garden of one of their houses in my local city, Salisbury.
In days gone by, we sent our daughter for extra tuition for an hour on Saturday mornings, just enough time to get a cup of coffee, and this was one of our favourite haunts while she had her lesson. It was a wonderful place to relax amid the hustle and bustle going on around it.