Thanks
Trevor, It's been a lot of fun getting them all and seeing more of the UK in the last 4 years than I have in the previous 40 odd years! I'm sure you'll get the rest. You have two advantages over me, ability to drive (legally) and retired!
25th June, Bugboys Big Northern Trip 2018, day 6. (part 2)
We went down to the seafront for food, but even here with a slight breeze it was ridiculously hot. After this we drove to the other side of the estuary to the Foulshaw Moss Nature Reserve on the other side. I was hoping to see some more Large Heath, but I'd already given up any hope of obtaining more pictures in the heat.
We were pointed in the direction of various star attractions of the reserve by the friendly guide stationed in the hut by the car park, and set off along the boardwalk. Large Skippers were everywhere and so were Dragonflies. Some small finches caught my eye and like the Siskins a few days previously, I found myself watching something I’m used to seeing when I’m wrapped up in winter woolly’s, some Lesser Redpoll.
A few Large Heath flitted around but as I'd predicted they didn't settle so I just watched them go about their business. I suspect there were more about, but most were likely hiding from the insane heat.
The same couldn't be said for the Dragonflies. They were mostly four-spotted Chasers and unlike the Heaths they were only to happy to strike a pose for me. I can honestly say I have never seen such a high density of Odonata!
A few Darters and Emperor Dragonflies were around but I was keeping my eyes peeled for a White-faced Darter which was reintroduced to this site a few years ago and seems to now be doing well here. All I managed was a female Black Darter though.
Damselflies were also doing rather well, Azure and Large-red making up the bulk with a few Blue-tailed in the mix too.

- Ovipositing Blue-tailed Damselfly
After an hour or so we returned to Arnside, I'd promised my chauffeur an ice cream treat for her troubles

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I wanted to go back onto the Knott in the evening, hoping things would have cooled down and the butterflies would be a little calmer. Of course I was out of luck there, most the butterflies seemed to switch from hyper charged to roost with no in-between late afternoon basking session. I left my friend sunbathing in a clearing on the lower slope whilst I went searching to see what was willing to sit still for more than a few seconds. I found a Coal tit having a pre-bedtime spruce-up in the sun and quite possible the latest ever sighting of a Dingy Skipper (not including second gen). He had definitely had a long and adventurous life but still seemed full of beans! Nearby was a female Common Blue who was rather blue in flight but was still too warm to bask.
On the upper slopes I was again accosted by Grayling who occasionally settled for me.
SPBF were again in evidence, males all rather tatty but all the females were in tip top condition
I bumped into another enthusiast who I found out had been up there all day trying to get HBF. He’d managed a few distant blurred shots but I couldn’t help to confirm what species it was either way. As we chatted the one he’d been after all day continued to toy with him, settling on some thistles for a few seconds periodically but never long enough to confirm the species

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That morning I'd also seen what I'd assumed were Northern Brown Argus, but they hadn't sat still for a second, so I couldn't confirm. In the evening I could confirm this sighting, but they proved much more difficult to approach than their southern cousins. With some perseverance I did however manage to tick off another race, so I now have both
salmacis and
artarxerxes in my collection

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Back on the lower slopes I located my friend, made sure she hadn’t been eaten alive by ticks and did one last circuit, managing another NBA and a basking HBF. He was sat quite high so all I managed were some zoomed in shots from a dodgy angle this time, he zoomed off the moment I tried to get closer.
Later, as we sat on the seafront watching the birds we noticed what I’d assumed were just crows strutting around like they owned the joint. There was a certain arrogance about them and the Gulls were very uncomfortable with their presence. With my zoom lens on them they were clearly not any ordinary Crow, Ravens really do think they the dogs proverbial!