I saw this mayfly down a lane where damselflies are often found, which is close to a nature reserve.
Not that it has always been one, but is adjacent to an ancient pathway trodden since medieval times. All within a few minutes walk of this mayfly's domain.
Before kindly landing on this grass stem, this weird but fascinating creature was 'bobbing' up and down around where I was standing awaiting the return of a banded demoiselle.
It is amazing how long its tails are compared with the size of the rest of its body.
I always thought that mayflies swarmed during their mating but this one appeared to be alone. Though it was close to evening, and perhaps after a busy day he'd looked for somewhere quiet to rest a while - who knows.