James Shackleton's Blog

Dragonfly

I took this few weeks ago on my way for coffee and cake on a Sunday morning. There must have been hundreds gliding around, but I could only manage to steer a few into the frame.

People here tend to associate dragonfly with changes in the weather. “There’s going to be a storm”, old salts confidently tell you, glancing about a vivid blue sky. And sometimes there is – and sometimes there isn’t.