Five Rivers 18-09-2024
So after the partial success the previous day I once more took to the streets to take advantage of the fine weather whilst it lasted. As I’d managed to get to Five Rivers and back the day before I was confident that this time I could have a bit more of an explore, just to up the step count. What with the weather about to peter out and my sick leave running out I didn’t know when I’d be able to get out again.
The walk through the back of the housing estate that runs along the railway tracks had the usual butterflies flying along and over the tall fence with its tumbling saggy coat of Ivy. A few Whites were about, the odd Red Admiral passed by and a Brimstone managed to defeat me and the best I could manage was one of those shots that often come at the start of the season – when they’ve just woken up and have nectar and romance on their minds so won’t sit still for long. This one was way up near the top of the Ivy but if you squint really hard and look out of the corner of your eye, with some good background lighting you’ll see…a definite yellow blur which is a Brimstone…honest!
I pressed on but it seemed that the Whites had got a bit camera shy since my previous visit and I didn’t actually get anything else on the memory card until I’d almost completed my walk and was safely ensconced in the Glades at Five Rivers wanting to stretch my legs slightly further today I actually didn’t stray any further from the Glades than Comma Corner where the patch of purple Daisies once again disappointed. They always look like they should have butterflies queuing up for a last sup before ‘slipping off to Bedfordshire’ but alas they never live up to these expectations; still I felt like I had to check hence my somewhat disappointed countenance. I did cheer up though as by the start of the Glades a Specklie in fine fettle sat nicely in the sun.
After watching and enjoying it for a bit I strolled back and when I reached wooden bench, that beloved by late season Red Admirals, there was a further flurry of Specklie activity. I spotted a brace sitting about a metre or so away from each other and not within the others’ eye line. However a third and fourth which bumbled in from opposite directions, set the other two off and for a fraction of a second there was an almost embarrassed moment of stillness. I was sure I could hear intakes of breath followed bu “You?!” before the all four clumped together in a vertically spiralling mess of Specklies. This was all very entertaining but wasn’t going to get me any shots and so I waited and watched for the victors to return and take up their vantage points once more. My patience paid off and over a very short spell, only 5 or so minutes, I’d bagged myself shots of at least two of the individuals.
Pleased with my progress I retraced my steps back along the Town Path to cut through to Waitrose for a free coffee and then home.
A distant Brimstone
And a flurry of Specklies
Raises the spirits
The walk through the back of the housing estate that runs along the railway tracks had the usual butterflies flying along and over the tall fence with its tumbling saggy coat of Ivy. A few Whites were about, the odd Red Admiral passed by and a Brimstone managed to defeat me and the best I could manage was one of those shots that often come at the start of the season – when they’ve just woken up and have nectar and romance on their minds so won’t sit still for long. This one was way up near the top of the Ivy but if you squint really hard and look out of the corner of your eye, with some good background lighting you’ll see…a definite yellow blur which is a Brimstone…honest!
I pressed on but it seemed that the Whites had got a bit camera shy since my previous visit and I didn’t actually get anything else on the memory card until I’d almost completed my walk and was safely ensconced in the Glades at Five Rivers wanting to stretch my legs slightly further today I actually didn’t stray any further from the Glades than Comma Corner where the patch of purple Daisies once again disappointed. They always look like they should have butterflies queuing up for a last sup before ‘slipping off to Bedfordshire’ but alas they never live up to these expectations; still I felt like I had to check hence my somewhat disappointed countenance. I did cheer up though as by the start of the Glades a Specklie in fine fettle sat nicely in the sun.
After watching and enjoying it for a bit I strolled back and when I reached wooden bench, that beloved by late season Red Admirals, there was a further flurry of Specklie activity. I spotted a brace sitting about a metre or so away from each other and not within the others’ eye line. However a third and fourth which bumbled in from opposite directions, set the other two off and for a fraction of a second there was an almost embarrassed moment of stillness. I was sure I could hear intakes of breath followed bu “You?!” before the all four clumped together in a vertically spiralling mess of Specklies. This was all very entertaining but wasn’t going to get me any shots and so I waited and watched for the victors to return and take up their vantage points once more. My patience paid off and over a very short spell, only 5 or so minutes, I’d bagged myself shots of at least two of the individuals.
Pleased with my progress I retraced my steps back along the Town Path to cut through to Waitrose for a free coffee and then home.
A distant Brimstone
And a flurry of Specklies
Raises the spirits
Five Rivers 17-09-2024
After the slightly longer walk yesterday today was the day for a slightly longer one still. I reckoned that I could get all the way to Five Rivers and back by way of Waitrose (and a free coffee) without suffering too much. So after lunch when the sun had come out I girded my loins (literally) and set off. Through the back way a few whites flew and the odd Red Admiral but all did that annoying thing of showing up and then disappearing over the extra tall fence and so out of sight. The river path was slightly better but although a Holly Blue escaped my lens a Small White wasn’t quick enough even though I wasn’t able to utilise top gear yet. It was still a bit far away but I was pleased to get something for the effort expelled up to this point.
After this I broke out of the shade along the river path and crossed the road over to the wooden bridge and onto Five Rivers. As I wandered through the Glades I kept my eyes peeled, as I roamed round the top part of the fields round to the far end of the Banks I stared and scanned and when I finally traipsed back along the top path I gazed imploringly. All of which was to no avail as I didn’t see a single butterfly; no distant flappy white nor ginger Comma and not even a migratory Red Admiral. It wasn’t until I was back once more at the Glades where a lone Specklie retained a territory at the edge of the track through the Glades, the little spot so beloved of Orange-tips in the early spring.
It seems that this was the klaxon call and when I paused by the bench overlooking the river I looked back and three or four Specklies were having a bit of a barney. Counting how many were actually present proved difficult as they all seemed intent on either beating seven bells out of each other of or trying to entice one or the other for a little Netflix and Chill. I could only really stand back and watch and wait. This tactic paid off as eventually one perched within range for long enough to grab a few shots before it was off again with a couple of other Specklies in a tangled brown blur of fury or ardent fervour? I stood back and waited and in a minute or two I was joined, albeit briefly, by a second different Specklie. It was a very fleeting visit before it was off again and once more into the fray and so I took this as my sign to leave them to their fractious festivities.
On walk back there were again a few Whites and the odd Red Admiral but the most memorable sighting was off an extra-terrestrial…they are among us!
Head slightly further
Greater distance more rewards?
No, less butterflies
After this I broke out of the shade along the river path and crossed the road over to the wooden bridge and onto Five Rivers. As I wandered through the Glades I kept my eyes peeled, as I roamed round the top part of the fields round to the far end of the Banks I stared and scanned and when I finally traipsed back along the top path I gazed imploringly. All of which was to no avail as I didn’t see a single butterfly; no distant flappy white nor ginger Comma and not even a migratory Red Admiral. It wasn’t until I was back once more at the Glades where a lone Specklie retained a territory at the edge of the track through the Glades, the little spot so beloved of Orange-tips in the early spring.
It seems that this was the klaxon call and when I paused by the bench overlooking the river I looked back and three or four Specklies were having a bit of a barney. Counting how many were actually present proved difficult as they all seemed intent on either beating seven bells out of each other of or trying to entice one or the other for a little Netflix and Chill. I could only really stand back and watch and wait. This tactic paid off as eventually one perched within range for long enough to grab a few shots before it was off again with a couple of other Specklies in a tangled brown blur of fury or ardent fervour? I stood back and waited and in a minute or two I was joined, albeit briefly, by a second different Specklie. It was a very fleeting visit before it was off again and once more into the fray and so I took this as my sign to leave them to their fractious festivities.
On walk back there were again a few Whites and the odd Red Admiral but the most memorable sighting was off an extra-terrestrial…they are among us!
Head slightly further
Greater distance more rewards?
No, less butterflies
A little more exercise…16-09-2024
After the afternoons’ adventure two days previously and realisation that I could walk a bit and carry my camera I took advantage of the weather holding and set off once more to the park. As usual I scanned the buildings and gardens on the way and this time I was rewarded by a fly-by Red Admiral about half way along the street.
Over at the park I forewent the hedges and got start down to business over at the sensory garden/clump of Boules Mauve. There to greet me were a couple of Whites and the now ‘usual’ Commas. Unlike on previous visits they had started to move over the back of the clump to the other side in view of the road and so I found myself often wandering round and round the garden, or hobbling more like as the butterflies would start at the front and then work their way deeper and deeper into the Boules Mauve before popping out on the other side and switching to the low lying Buddleia there.
Despite the twisting and bending movements setting off a few twinges I carried on and this time set off slightly further afield – all the way to the Close and the fields around the Cathedral no less. The gardens on the way dazzled to deceive and threw up precisely nothing of interest not even a few bees. Luckily the unmown field provided my payment for my efforts with first a Green-veined White and then a lovely looking Dragonfly – some sort of Hawker, possibly a male Southern? Both of these were in the top corner, the butterfly down on the deck whilst the Dragonfly was clinging to the near vertical sides of the boundary hedge. As I followed said hedge down to the bottom a few more whites passed by in the distance on the other side of the field and a similar looking Dragonfly quartered the bottom end of the field as I broke through onto the road beyond.
After this I followed the road through the citadel gates and checked out the flower patches at the bottom of the retaining walls. A few Whites flew about and up at the end of the street I could see a couple of Red Admirals up really high. I did my best to get at least a record shot of these but found that I couldn’t strain and stretch as much as previously so my manual zoom was a bit limited. Even stepping up on the low lying wall didn’t increase the range although I was now at slightly less of an angle. As I trod circumspectly back the way I’d come a few of the Whites landed. Normally this nice and low down would have been ideal as I’d be able to get in close, steady myself on my knees and reduce shake hence normally they wouldn’t venture so low. Now of course as bending was literally a pain they were hugging the ground. With the odd puff, grimace and expletive I manged to grab a few shots and as I gingerly made for home I hoped that they’d come out okay and so make the twinges they’d set off worthwhile.
Building up my strength
And getting further afield
Build the tally too
Over at the park I forewent the hedges and got start down to business over at the sensory garden/clump of Boules Mauve. There to greet me were a couple of Whites and the now ‘usual’ Commas. Unlike on previous visits they had started to move over the back of the clump to the other side in view of the road and so I found myself often wandering round and round the garden, or hobbling more like as the butterflies would start at the front and then work their way deeper and deeper into the Boules Mauve before popping out on the other side and switching to the low lying Buddleia there.
Despite the twisting and bending movements setting off a few twinges I carried on and this time set off slightly further afield – all the way to the Close and the fields around the Cathedral no less. The gardens on the way dazzled to deceive and threw up precisely nothing of interest not even a few bees. Luckily the unmown field provided my payment for my efforts with first a Green-veined White and then a lovely looking Dragonfly – some sort of Hawker, possibly a male Southern? Both of these were in the top corner, the butterfly down on the deck whilst the Dragonfly was clinging to the near vertical sides of the boundary hedge. As I followed said hedge down to the bottom a few more whites passed by in the distance on the other side of the field and a similar looking Dragonfly quartered the bottom end of the field as I broke through onto the road beyond.
After this I followed the road through the citadel gates and checked out the flower patches at the bottom of the retaining walls. A few Whites flew about and up at the end of the street I could see a couple of Red Admirals up really high. I did my best to get at least a record shot of these but found that I couldn’t strain and stretch as much as previously so my manual zoom was a bit limited. Even stepping up on the low lying wall didn’t increase the range although I was now at slightly less of an angle. As I trod circumspectly back the way I’d come a few of the Whites landed. Normally this nice and low down would have been ideal as I’d be able to get in close, steady myself on my knees and reduce shake hence normally they wouldn’t venture so low. Now of course as bending was literally a pain they were hugging the ground. With the odd puff, grimace and expletive I manged to grab a few shots and as I gingerly made for home I hoped that they’d come out okay and so make the twinges they’d set off worthwhile.
Building up my strength
And getting further afield
Build the tally too
Queen Elizabeth Gardens 14-09-2024
I’d previously been waylaid in the ‘Park’ as we’ve always called it on my last visit to Middle Street and at the time I took note of some of the more enticing spots that the butterflies might like. This paid off as I had a bit of time and on Doctor’s orders I needed to take a little light exercise out in the fresh air. This is the kind of advice I really appreciate as even though I had a legitimate reason to be off work I might still have felt some guilt about being out looking for butterflies. I’d managed a few brief walks over the previous few days, upping the distance each time so today, the first sunny one in a while, I was ready.
I started off by checking out the small front gardens and walls along the street that led to the park as over the years this has provided several interesting sightings including a Clifden Nonpareil and a Clouded Yellow but alas today there was nowt. The line of hedging screening the road from the park didn’t have anything either so I found myself spending all of my time hanging around in what I think is/was the sensory garden and one patch of Boule Mauve in particular as it was still catching the sun and hadn’t fallen under the shade of the tall willows that line one of the five rivers flowing through Salisbury. As I rounded the corner I could see a few butterflies already supping away, the most obvious of which was a Comma, its ginger apparel aiming it stick out like sore thumb.
With those shots in the bag I then stood back and waited for the next subject to fly in and stop for a spot of nectar. It only took a couple of minutes before the next visitor called in, a male Green-veined White and then once I was through with him a second, different Comma called in. This was all going according to plan and I was able to enjoy the warmth of the sun and the slight breeze as well as the butterflies at the same time as compiling with Doctor’s orders and ensuring my exercise was very light, to the extent that I was only taking a few steps here and there. Getting down lower however was a little problematic and by the time I’d gotten down the butterfly had invariably vamoosed, leaving me to then struggle to right myself.
I didn’t have time to fell any aches or pains though as the Comma was swiftly joined by a male Common Blue. Due to the type of area I’d not expected to see one of these so upon its arrival it immediately took on the mantle of ‘Star of the trip’. I think it let this celebrity status go to its head as it fluttered about, turning this way and that as if fussing about me ‘capturing its good side’! I let it have its diva moment and called its bluff by snapping away briefly at a female Green-veined White. It must have noticed this as then it started behaving. I know this is blatant over anthropomorphizing but I really did think this at the time and I can only put it down to the pain meds!
I finished up my session with a bit of a focus on the Whites. First I got back to the Green-veined White before moving onto a Small and then a Large White, all of which appeared in quick succession. Once I’d spent a little time with the Large White I moved back to the female Green-veined White as she hung around the Boules Mauve at the edge of the clump whilst the others started out at the edge and then moved back deeper and deeper into the flower bed and so further and further out of reach. All the stepping forward and back and bending and getting back up had started to started to exact its payment and so I went and found a park bench for a sit down before walking back. This was quite fortuitous as it meant that my return visit became perfectly timed to catch a very large moth on the side of one of the buildings; not sure but it could be a Clifden Nonpariel or maybe a Red Underwing?
I got back in time for my next round of meds and checked the weather app; same again weather wise on the morrow so looking good for a return visit…
‘Gentle exercise’
Those were the Doctors’ orders
Off to the park then!
I started off by checking out the small front gardens and walls along the street that led to the park as over the years this has provided several interesting sightings including a Clifden Nonpareil and a Clouded Yellow but alas today there was nowt. The line of hedging screening the road from the park didn’t have anything either so I found myself spending all of my time hanging around in what I think is/was the sensory garden and one patch of Boule Mauve in particular as it was still catching the sun and hadn’t fallen under the shade of the tall willows that line one of the five rivers flowing through Salisbury. As I rounded the corner I could see a few butterflies already supping away, the most obvious of which was a Comma, its ginger apparel aiming it stick out like sore thumb.
With those shots in the bag I then stood back and waited for the next subject to fly in and stop for a spot of nectar. It only took a couple of minutes before the next visitor called in, a male Green-veined White and then once I was through with him a second, different Comma called in. This was all going according to plan and I was able to enjoy the warmth of the sun and the slight breeze as well as the butterflies at the same time as compiling with Doctor’s orders and ensuring my exercise was very light, to the extent that I was only taking a few steps here and there. Getting down lower however was a little problematic and by the time I’d gotten down the butterfly had invariably vamoosed, leaving me to then struggle to right myself.
I didn’t have time to fell any aches or pains though as the Comma was swiftly joined by a male Common Blue. Due to the type of area I’d not expected to see one of these so upon its arrival it immediately took on the mantle of ‘Star of the trip’. I think it let this celebrity status go to its head as it fluttered about, turning this way and that as if fussing about me ‘capturing its good side’! I let it have its diva moment and called its bluff by snapping away briefly at a female Green-veined White. It must have noticed this as then it started behaving. I know this is blatant over anthropomorphizing but I really did think this at the time and I can only put it down to the pain meds!
I finished up my session with a bit of a focus on the Whites. First I got back to the Green-veined White before moving onto a Small and then a Large White, all of which appeared in quick succession. Once I’d spent a little time with the Large White I moved back to the female Green-veined White as she hung around the Boules Mauve at the edge of the clump whilst the others started out at the edge and then moved back deeper and deeper into the flower bed and so further and further out of reach. All the stepping forward and back and bending and getting back up had started to started to exact its payment and so I went and found a park bench for a sit down before walking back. This was quite fortuitous as it meant that my return visit became perfectly timed to catch a very large moth on the side of one of the buildings; not sure but it could be a Clifden Nonpariel or maybe a Red Underwing?
I got back in time for my next round of meds and checked the weather app; same again weather wise on the morrow so looking good for a return visit…
‘Gentle exercise’
Those were the Doctors’ orders
Off to the park then!
Middle Street 08-09-2024
Most of the morning was spent sorting out everything ready and getting all the heavy lifting done; sheets changed, log basket filled with spares warming in the cupboard, kindling chopped, food shopping for tins, milk, beer etc. all done and stored. I’d also spent much of day waiting and watching the weather hoping for a break in the clouds so a little sun would match the warmth in the air and I’d be able to get out for the last time in I didn’t know when. Luckily after lunch the sun broke through the cloud in fits and starts so I grabbed my camera and set off for Middle Street.
As I bowled along the street and crossed over into Queen Elizabeth Park I spotted a couple of Whites which were flying from the Boules Mauve along the various shrubs which act as a green screen between the road and the park. I did my best to follow them but it proved difficult as they’d twist and turn or nip over the top the shrub to reappear in a totally unexpected spot. Whilst this was all very frustrating it did enable me to bump into a Brimstone which I watched settle. As I approached I was further distracted by a flash of red in the bushes. It was a Red Admiral and so I plumped for that instead. After a few shots I turned my attention back to the Brimstone which had remained in place the whole time I was focusing on the Red Admiral. Of course as soon as I turned my attentions proper to it off it went. It seemed to claw its way through the air and plonked itself down at a higher vantage point. Higher maybe but not too high for a few record shots luckily.
I then resolved to head directly to Middle Street. I did make it a few paces but then a male Large White stopped in on the Boules Mauve. I love the contrast between the rich black marginal markings and the uncluttered bright white ground colour of the fore wings. This one seemed well endowed in the marking department, so much so that black bleed a little back into the wing along each of the veins. On the other side of the main path form this was the little ‘sensory’ garden with its feathery grasses and bold coloured and/or scented flowers. Sheltered from the wind on two sides by the wall like shrubs there was another large patch of Boules Mauve with a few other nectar sources interwoven through the tall and thin stems. There were also a couple of whites here with both Small and Large stopping by to sup some nectar.
Things went quiet eventually as the sun was swallowed for a short spell by a passing cloud. I pressed on along the Town Path, over the weir, past the Mill and its race and around and along Middle Street itself but there wasn’t a single butterfly the entire way, not even in the wildlife friendly garden. The cloud was obviously holding things back and I was left hoping for another break. Things did start to improve and brighten once I was on site and wandering along the near side of the pond. The damp ground that runs down to the pond itself had held Blues and Arguses before now but today it could only muster a Green-veined White. I wasn’t grumbling though as it was something different and it was a start. Slightly further along one of the little cleared areas was covered in Triffid style Nettles but motoring about the tops was a Comma. I found that by snaking my feet around the bottom I could slip down the bank and in amongst the nettles to get closer to it. After a short while it took off and I was worried that I’d somehow inadvertently spooked it. But no it was in hot pursuit of an invader. I think the OG had bitten off more than it could chew as the usurper returned and sat victoriously in a few different spots, trying them out to find the most comfortable.
I left the Comma revelling in its own success and extricated myself as carefully as possible from the morass of nettles and brambles. Still picking splinters out of my trousers and fingers I continued along the top of the bank path and then down into Dip 1. Again a smattering of whites passed by but didn’t stop and both Dips 2 and 3 were bereft of butterflies. Slightly further along I watched as another Comma bobbed along the path before spiralling upwards when I lost it amid the spray of twigs on one of the willows. By now I’d reached the end and so I worked back the way I’d come along the lower, narrower path. I scanned left and right paying particular attention to the dead flower heads and I soon spotted one that didn’t look right. This was because a Comma was sitting atop it looking to all intents and purposes like a fallen leaf balancing on the first seed head it had laded on. After I finished with this a Small White led me on a bit of a dance and only allowed few record shots despite the fact that it should have been moribund as the cloud had rolled in, quickly covering the sun and sending the temperature down.
The thick layer of cloud didn’t look like shifting and so I decided that I’d seen enough and started homewards. As is so often the way a butterfly saw me leaving and had other ideas. This time it was a Green-veined White which was struggling in the gloom almost as much as my lens was. To make up for this I did take advantage of its almost sedated state and fired away shot after shot in the vague hope that something would come out that wasn’t just on the blue-scale. Still it was nice to catch up with another species properly…
The walk back home was relatively quiet until I reached the Park where an assortment of whites were flying about here and there. I complete the walk back thinking to myself that it would definitely be worth checking out the park in the future, especially during the time of restricted mobility that was coming my way…
And out comes the sun
Park and then to Middle Street
Last trip for a while?
As I bowled along the street and crossed over into Queen Elizabeth Park I spotted a couple of Whites which were flying from the Boules Mauve along the various shrubs which act as a green screen between the road and the park. I did my best to follow them but it proved difficult as they’d twist and turn or nip over the top the shrub to reappear in a totally unexpected spot. Whilst this was all very frustrating it did enable me to bump into a Brimstone which I watched settle. As I approached I was further distracted by a flash of red in the bushes. It was a Red Admiral and so I plumped for that instead. After a few shots I turned my attention back to the Brimstone which had remained in place the whole time I was focusing on the Red Admiral. Of course as soon as I turned my attentions proper to it off it went. It seemed to claw its way through the air and plonked itself down at a higher vantage point. Higher maybe but not too high for a few record shots luckily.
I then resolved to head directly to Middle Street. I did make it a few paces but then a male Large White stopped in on the Boules Mauve. I love the contrast between the rich black marginal markings and the uncluttered bright white ground colour of the fore wings. This one seemed well endowed in the marking department, so much so that black bleed a little back into the wing along each of the veins. On the other side of the main path form this was the little ‘sensory’ garden with its feathery grasses and bold coloured and/or scented flowers. Sheltered from the wind on two sides by the wall like shrubs there was another large patch of Boules Mauve with a few other nectar sources interwoven through the tall and thin stems. There were also a couple of whites here with both Small and Large stopping by to sup some nectar.
Things went quiet eventually as the sun was swallowed for a short spell by a passing cloud. I pressed on along the Town Path, over the weir, past the Mill and its race and around and along Middle Street itself but there wasn’t a single butterfly the entire way, not even in the wildlife friendly garden. The cloud was obviously holding things back and I was left hoping for another break. Things did start to improve and brighten once I was on site and wandering along the near side of the pond. The damp ground that runs down to the pond itself had held Blues and Arguses before now but today it could only muster a Green-veined White. I wasn’t grumbling though as it was something different and it was a start. Slightly further along one of the little cleared areas was covered in Triffid style Nettles but motoring about the tops was a Comma. I found that by snaking my feet around the bottom I could slip down the bank and in amongst the nettles to get closer to it. After a short while it took off and I was worried that I’d somehow inadvertently spooked it. But no it was in hot pursuit of an invader. I think the OG had bitten off more than it could chew as the usurper returned and sat victoriously in a few different spots, trying them out to find the most comfortable.
I left the Comma revelling in its own success and extricated myself as carefully as possible from the morass of nettles and brambles. Still picking splinters out of my trousers and fingers I continued along the top of the bank path and then down into Dip 1. Again a smattering of whites passed by but didn’t stop and both Dips 2 and 3 were bereft of butterflies. Slightly further along I watched as another Comma bobbed along the path before spiralling upwards when I lost it amid the spray of twigs on one of the willows. By now I’d reached the end and so I worked back the way I’d come along the lower, narrower path. I scanned left and right paying particular attention to the dead flower heads and I soon spotted one that didn’t look right. This was because a Comma was sitting atop it looking to all intents and purposes like a fallen leaf balancing on the first seed head it had laded on. After I finished with this a Small White led me on a bit of a dance and only allowed few record shots despite the fact that it should have been moribund as the cloud had rolled in, quickly covering the sun and sending the temperature down.
The thick layer of cloud didn’t look like shifting and so I decided that I’d seen enough and started homewards. As is so often the way a butterfly saw me leaving and had other ideas. This time it was a Green-veined White which was struggling in the gloom almost as much as my lens was. To make up for this I did take advantage of its almost sedated state and fired away shot after shot in the vague hope that something would come out that wasn’t just on the blue-scale. Still it was nice to catch up with another species properly…
The walk back home was relatively quiet until I reached the Park where an assortment of whites were flying about here and there. I complete the walk back thinking to myself that it would definitely be worth checking out the park in the future, especially during the time of restricted mobility that was coming my way…
And out comes the sun
Park and then to Middle Street
Last trip for a while?
