Cheers Mike

He was definitely trying to pull a fast one
Cheers Goldie

It's that time of year again when the light is great
Cheers Jack

Because of work, family and UKB I'm finding that I'm sleeping less and less these days

If only my car had been parked down a narrow lane I could have understood better, but where I was parked has previously held 2 Police vans, 4 Traveller vans, my car and there was still room to drive right the way through
Larkhill 05-06-2014
By Thursday I’d missed stopping at Larkill so I bit the bullet and pulled in on the way to work. Just in case I took a photo of my car and when I started walking down the paths I’d start every time a car would loudly pull out onto the main road. Eventually I was far enough away not to hear this and then I started seeing butterflies. First was a Small Heath and then a Grizzlie.
This was quickly followed by another Small Heath and another Grizzlie and I was wondering if I was going to end up seeing more of the same. Something brown looking flew across the path and landed amongst the grass where it stopped before moving onto a scrub bush. I couldn’t believe it! Last year in my look back on my sightings of this site I made a wisecrack about finding Green Hairstreaks here and there was one now! Somehow I managed to get some shots despite my hands shaking.
So I drove on to work with the largest smile on my face ever, all the anger and annoyance of the last week vanished in an instant and wiped from my memory by a little green butterfly.
I stopped off briefly on the way home but couldn’t relocate it. Instead I made do with a couple of Small Heaths and what I was fairly convinced was a Fox Moth.
Larkhill 06-06-2014
Come Friday afternoon I was more than ready for a few butterflies and so I pulled into Larkhill, checking the lay-by for itinerant Transits and demolished caravans. As I left the car a female Brimstone bombed by followed closely by a male. Within two steps a Small White fluttered by and a couple of Small Heath had shot up from the grass and shot off up the path.
As I peered around the bush at the edge of the lay-by a male Orange-tip seeming surprisingly fresh flew by at a great pace off on patrol. After all this excitement seconds having gotten out of the car I was quite disappointed when my walk up the North path produced only one Small Heath so I gave up and made my way back to the car. As I got nearer something silvery landed on the flowers at the edge of the long grass patch – it was my first Larkhill Brown Argus.
The final butterfly of my stop was a larger Tangerine thing a Painted Lady. Unfortunately it didn’t stop but Larkhill is now back in my good books!
Have a goodun
Wurzel