Unfashionable they may be, but I put a lot of stock in these blighters:




That said, if the ladies are midging on the flats on a cool autumn evening, then I find there's little to top a tiny black F-Fly.

M

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The sun pushed dark spokes of melt and sparkle
Across the fields of hoar. And the river steamed -
Flint-olive.


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