Somewhere around East Grinstead I saw something green on my wing mirror. "Just another lacewing," I thought, "Food for the spider that lives in there..."
But it wasn't one. The long antennae were a giveaway, curling the slipstream as I slid around another roundabout. My passenger was a cricket, and even though it was still a wingless nymph, it was a pretty big one. Not as big as the cave weta I saw in New Zealand, but still, big enough.
Birling Gap, Sussex