The Venus flytrap is trapping plenty of flies and other creatures, now that there are plenty flying around, but not snapping closed around any of them, regardless of size. I wonder if it will slowly digest them and get some nutrition out of them anyway, or if it doesn’t work like that.

There’s a new young cat in the neighbourhood, out for the first time (or at least exploring our yard for the first time). Nysse is not impressed.

Things the cat chooses to sleep on, episode 12: a paper bag.

Sitting inside and watching the thunderstorm.

I stayed at my camping spot for a few extra hours, sitting on a nice hill of sunny rocks with a pleasant view, and reading. Then I had to go home because I had only packed dinner and breakfast but no lunch.

Eric and Adrian are away, Ingrid is itching for some time at home on her own, so I went out camping for a night.

The car is with Eric & Adrian in Hälsingland, the local train line is having its annual summer shutdown for construction works, but in less than half an hour a local bus took me to Akalla, from where it’s about a 1 km walk to Hansta nature reserve. Kista’s shiny glass towers and Akalla’s apartment blocks are on the horizon to my right; forests and meadows and pastures spread out on my left. Stockholm is great.