Thanks Wurzel, I've finally sorted through the photos, so here goes...
Heddon High Browns
Last week we decided to take our trusty tent and head for the hills - the Heddon Valley to be precise. The weather was looking promising so we thought we'd see if we could find the High Brown Fritillaries, a butterfly we had yet to see in the UK. Our only worry was that we may have left it too late, having seen Neil's posting a fortnight before when he reported good numbers of fresh looking High Browns there. We weren't sure if we'd find any in good condition, if at all, but we decided to take our chances anyway. We arrived at the campsite, which was only a couple of miles east of the valley, early Monday evening and set our tent up in a field overlooking the Bristol Channel and Port Talbot. It was a little too late to go looking for butterflies by the time we'd set up and had something to eat, so we relaxed outside the tent and enjoyed the view instead.
Tuesday morning was warm and sunny and so we drove to the Heddon Valley and parked outside the Hunter's Inn. We hadn't a clue where to look for the High Brown Frits really, so started off up the track which runs alongside the river and scoured every Bramble flower and patch of Cow Parsley hoping to see one. There were plenty of Meadow Browns, Ringlets and Silver-washed Fritillaries flying about, but no sign of any High Brown Frits at all. We did, however, see a rather stunning looking Comma along the way..

Having been unsuccessful in our quest so far, we turned back down the path and came to a steep track leading up the side of the valley, which we found difficult to negotiate in the hot afternoon sun. We eventually reached a point above Heddon's Mouth where the track narrowed and curved around the coastline. We realised about halfway along that we were probably heading in the wrong direction, so turned back until we came to a bit of a scree-slope, which appeared to be the quickest way to the top. It was hard going through the dense bracken, but as we neared the top we saw our first High Brown Frits gliding above it, occasionally disappearing to nectar briefly on the low level bramble. They didn't stop long enough for us to get any photos, so we carried on up the slope and reached the path along the top. Although there were lots of nectar sources, we didn't see another High Brown Frit at all. By the time we reached the end of the path it had started to rain slightly, so we climbed back down the slope to the lane leading to the Hunter's Inn and just made it in time as there was then a heavy downpour. Fortunately we found an excellent pint of Exmoor Gold was good consolation for the lack of close encounters with the High Brown Frits. The views from the top of the slope were stunning, and we also had the odd encounter with some of the other wildlife there..



Sitting by the camp fire that evening I had a look at my OS map of the area and found a footpath leading in another direction which looked like it might be promising. So the next morning found us on the woodland path with the river running alongside. Eventually we arrived at a meadow full of tall Cow Parsley and Thistles with lots of Bramble along the path edge. The first butterflies we saw in large numbers were Silver-washed Fritillaries and some Red Admirals, mainly nectaring on the Bramble.






Venturing into the meadow we saw our first High Brown Fritillary of the day, a rather worn specimen jealously guarding his patch of Thistles. Apart from this one individual we saw another three, fresher specimens along with some rather worn Dark Green Fritillaries, but they were only stopping momentarily to nectar on the Bramble and then whizzing off again. We decided to move on after a couple of hours, searching every likely looking spot along the lane, but we only saw one more HIgh Brown Frit and a number of Silver-washed Frits. We decided a change of plan was needed and so set off along another track we found, heading uphill once more. After a half mile steep climb the landscape opened out to a large area covered in bracken where we immediately started finding High Brown Frits nectaring on the abundant Bramble flowers. As it was by now late afternoon and the temperature had dropped a couple of degrees we found them settling long enough for some photo opportunities..









- We also saw this handsome Hare along the way
The following day was another scorcher, and so we got off early to the valley and searched the same places again hoping for a repeat of yesterday's success. However, the High Brown Frits weren't having any of it, and probably due to the hot sunshine weren't settlng at all. We did, however, manage to find a mating pair of Large Skippers and, rather surprisingly, a worn Green Hairstreak while we were there..

- A very dark looking Broad-bodied Chaser, I think
As we realised there was no hope of getting any further photos of the High Brown Frits we thought we would take a drive to Bin Combe in Somerset to see if we could find any Heath Fritillaries instead. We arrived in Dunkery Lane and parked up by the bridge where we walked down the track, through the gate and down into the Combe, a long descent in hot conditions. There were plenty of butterflies along the way which made the walk more bearable, but with the time racing on we didn't stop to take any pictures. When we reached the bottom we entered a beautiful wooded valley with open sunny glades, just the sort of place you'd expect to find a Heath Fritillary, but the only fritillaries we saw were Silver-washed. Once again, we had no idea exactly where to look for the Heath Frits so we searched every open glade, eventually reaching a gate with a promising looking area beyond. While we were scrutinising every Fritillary on the large expanse of Bramble just inside the gate we saw a much smaller Fritillary glide over our heads and fly down the path away from us. We followed it to the gate where it promptly did an about turn and flew back past us where we managed to get a better view of it at closer range, identifying it as a rather worn looking Heath Fritillary. Unfortunately, it didn't remain in the area, taking flight over the bramble and disappearing out of sight, so we weren't even able to get a record shot of it. What surprised us the most was that there didn't seem to be any Cow-wheat in any of the areas we looked, so perhaps we weren't in the correct spot. Anyway, we cooled ourselves down by splashing some ice cold water on our faces from a crystal clear stream, which was full of trout, which ran through the woodland, then made the gruelling climb back up out of the Combe, reaching the road at a point about a mile from where we'd parked our car. We had our final pint of Exmoor Stag in the Hunter's Inn before heading back to camp, our last night there, as we were heading off to Lulworth Cove the following morning...