It was a right miserable old morning this morning, and when I rolled into work it was still a kind of misty twilight. Cycling past the back of the warehouse, I noticed several plume moths with their wings swept back at 45 degrees to their body; this is unusual because they generally hold them out at right angles. By the time I went back for a photo they had started to starighten out a bit, bit round the corner, they were all in their accustomed pose. I’m thinking the ones on the first wall, which is north-facing, must have been feeling the cold and the damp a little.
The little spider is of a variety usually found at ground level under stones and the like. I don’t think I’ve ever seen one four feet up a metal wall before.