This little beaut reminded me of two things. Firstly, an excellent album by punk band Wire, Chairs Missing, and secondly, the exploits of the Guerilla Upholsterer in Wales.
These were in that section of the road many would misname the 'gutter'. There's no gutter at this point on the highway. Not sure what the binding things are. Any ideas?
This isn't especially life like. It was tiny as well. Not too sure what it was; if anyone wants to claim it, it's probably still there (check the location).
We haven't seen much colour recently. Not in the last couple of posts, anyway. Or not in the last post, at any rate. This is a real butterfly; that's what they look like in Luton.
This, I suppose, has something to do with toy guns. I don't know for sure. It could be the afterburners from a tiny blue rocket, but you know, I doubt it.