Thanks for the great comments Wurzel and Pauline

you do know that envy is one of the seven deadly sins don't you, I am sure you are not sinful people
Thanks Goldie

I believe the Arnside HBFs are usually a week or two behind those in the south-west which I think have been out now for a couple of weeks so yours should be out anytime now if not already.
Monday 29th June – Heddon Valley Day 2.
After breakfast I went for a little stroll down the path to Heddons Mouth, this time going down the other (left) side of the river. There was a fair bit of early cloud around and not much was yet stirring on the butterfly front, just a few Meadow Browns and Speckled Woods. Further along there is a wooden footbridge across the river where I crossed over and carried on down the other side. I spotted some Grey Wagtails looping and skimming up and down the river and watched them for a while as they were catching beaks full of flies and taking them to a couple of youngsters that I noticed sitting perched on rocks in the stream.

- Grey Wagtail - Heddons Mouth 29.06.2015

- Grey Wagtails - Heddons Mouth 29.06.2015
As it started to warm up I started seeing good numbers of Large Skippers plus flying amongst them a couple of fresh male Small Skippers.

- Small Skipper - Heddons Mouth 29.06.2015
There were also a few faded Small Heaths and Common Blues along here with a few fresher looking Common Blues appearing amongst some really old and tatty looking examples.

- Common Blue - Heddons Mouth 29.06.2015
I then went back to meet up with Jane, stopping off briefly to take a shot of the stone bridge on the way. Jane has commented before that she thinks that this bridge looks like it should have a troll living under it. That's what happens when you read as many fantasy books as she does (although I do see what she means)
We then went out for a little drive around to Combe Martin so she could have a nose around the touristy shops. The clouds were steadily breaking up and it was turning into a nice warm late morning so after sitting outside with a coffee in Combe Martin for a bit we headed back to the Heddon Valley. We then sat outside the Hunters Inn with a cold drink and carried on watching the world go by and occasionally getting buzzed by a Red Admiral that appeared to have taken up residence at the front of the pub.
Later in the afternoon I went out for another walk, this time heading through Parsonage Wood, to check out the wet meadow that UKB member Rogerdodge had told me about a couple of years back and where I had seen good numbers of DGFs and HBFs. Things had changed a bit along here during the past couple of years and I noticed that most of the open areas along the path had been cut back and had new locked gates preventing access, including the previously mentioned wet meadow. I am guessing that this is all part of the conservation efforts for the HBF which is being carried out in the area and is to encourage the right mix of bracken and violets that this species requires. The bank of brambles was still there and a single SWF and a couple of HBFs were flitting about on the flowers although in the now hot afternoon sun they didn’t stay still long enough for any photos.
I then carried on along the track and picked up the path that leads up to Ladies Mile and carried on up the hill a bit to enjoy the view back down the valley.
There were good numbers of both DGFs and HBFs flying rapidly across the slopes here but it was impossible to count them accurately as they whizzed back and forth across the bracken. The males would often appear to have settled but in reality they had ducked down into the bracken in their search for females and would pop up again a few yards further along and be off again at high speed.
The biggest problem I had here in trying to get a photo of the Frits was the number of male Large Skippers…

- Large Skipper - Heddon Valley 29.06.2015
…there were loads of them all over the place and nearly every time a DG or HB looked like it was going to settle for a minute, one of the little s*ds would dart in and see them off

. I got quite exasperated with them and even found myself shouting at them a couple of times when they put up a nicely posed individual just as I was about to take the shot…must have been the heat
In the end I just managed to get a couple of shots, one of each species.

- High Brown Fritillary - Heddon Valley 29.06.2015

- Dark Green Fritillary - Heddon Valley 29.06.2015
There were also half a dozen or so old and faded Small Pearl-bordered Fritillaries along this stretch, again often hassled by the Large Skippers, but surprisingly these seemed more willing to stand their ground instead of being chased off like their bigger cousins.

- Small Pearl-bordered Fritillary - Heddon Valley 29.06.2015

- Small Pearl-bordered Fritillary - Heddon Valley 29.06.2015

- Small Pearl-bordered Fritillary - Heddon Valley 29.06.2015
Meadow Browns were everywhere along with Ringlets, Common Blues and a couple of Green Hairstreaks. One of the latter looked to be in remarkably good condition and was posed nicely on top of a bramble blossom when it was hassled by a Common Blue which disturbed it and took its place

. I refused to take a photo of the Common Blue out of principle.
A couple of male SWFs were also patrolling the lower parts of the slopes by the trees, at least one of which was already showing signs of a hard life amongst the brambles.

- Silver-washed Fritillary - Heddon Valley 29.06.2015
Now for something completely off topic that could have been so much worse but luckily wasn’t.
Later on, back at the Hunters Inn and after having something to eat, we were sitting in the bar sometime after 7.30 where I was set up to enjoy a leisurely pint or two of Exmoor Beast (This stuff has to be taken leisurely otherwise it appears to alter gravity in your immediate vicinity). There was a crash and a bang from outside and everyone in the bar went out the front to see what had happened.
A mini-bus had come down the steep lane from Martinhoe and, failing to negotiate the bend at the bottom, had gone through the hedge and ended up on its nose in front of the pub
The driver was the only occupant and once it was established that he was not hurt, the camera phones all came out, including mine…well, since I didn’t have signal there I may as well use it for something.

- Oops!
Apparently he had dropped a party off earlier that day and had a few days to himself to explore the area before picking them up again later in the week. The Gaffer called a local recovery truck and by the time we went down for breakfast the following morning the mini-bus was gone and all was looking tidy again apart from a bit of a gap in the hedge. Talking to the locals in the bar afterwards, apparently over the years a few cyclists have failed to make that bend but that was the first mini-bus that had done it.
Bye for now,
Neil.