No. No suspicious substances.
Nor is we listening to The Incredible string Band.
"How sweet to be a cloud, flo...ooo....oating in the blu..uu..ue."
But Old man and me take a walk just now, looking for blackberries. And The Old Man calls out and addresses something in the road - as is his custom.
I go back and look down.
On its back in the road is a huge dragonfly. Perfect. I can see its long abdomen moving in and out. The black stripe on blue widening and narrowing. Is that its breathing?
"I think it's just stunned. I bet it was that caravan." The Old Man says.
No traffic has passed us for a while... the last thing that does - is a car towing an old caravan with mossy windows. The caravan takes up most the country road.
"Move it out the road..."
I am nervous. The dragonfly looks so huge. With its four wings outspread, it covers most of the palm of my hand. I manage to pick it up and move it, turning it over as I lay it on the grassy verge. It lies there. It's legs moving a little. Its body moving with its breath. And I look into its huge eyes.
A huge, slightly misted-looking, goldfish bowl of a lensy eye.
I am transfixed.
P.S. If you want to see what sort of dragonfly I think it is - click here.