Early August, after rain the smell of warm, humid air now carries heavy tones of vegetation, streams run loudly after lightning storms and ominous thunder rolls signal change, though skies look settled, but shortly the baking sun is joined by short bursts of rain. On hot days, large dragonflies fly in groups of six or seven high in the air, zipping around too fast to be able to see, but I suspect the same as the Golden-ringed dragonflies by the stream pool. Smaller damselflies, young lizards and slow worms bask peacefully in the intense sunny corners, and wrens pick about on the stone heaps.