Earlier in the year, I posted a few images from my trip to Exmoor where I photographed the Heath Fritillary. Now I have written a fuller report, with some further images, that may be of some interest, especially to those that have not yet managed to visit the beautiful Heath Fritillary among the heather clad hills of Exmoor . Perhaps the most accessible and easiest of our rare butterflies to visit or photograph is infact the Heath Fritillary. Those that arrive at East Blean Woods in Kent by car, literally step from their vehicle into the Fritillary glades. Most of the Heath Fritillary sites on Exmoor require quite a bit more effort. The very lovely Halse combe is easy enough, but most of the other sites for this rare butterfly on Exmoor are in deep sheltered combes that are full of ticks and there are also Adders to watch out for. This year in the middle of June, I finally made a special pilgrimage to see the Heath Fritillaries on Exmoor. I arrived uphill on foot from Wheddon Cross with my tent in my backpack and my first stop was to begin the steep decent into Bin combe. In the upper part of the combe there were a few Heath Fritillaries along the boggy part of the stream. Searching around I met another butterfly enthusiast who pointed out a mating pair resting on bracken. Moving lower, the bracken became taller and the gorse thicker and in among the glades there were a few more butterflies and a couple of Adders. Some of fritillaries here were visiting bramble flowers. You could see the burnt and other dead areas of bracken where the National Trust was creating new clearings for the butterflies. It was really hard going down here, hot and stuffy, and my backpack was heavy. From above came a line of people moving at a fair descent. It was the National Trust warden with his team of volunteers counting the Heath Fritillaries present. The Warden told me that the numbers of Heath Fritillaries were down this year in Bin Combe and it was a constant battle to keep the bracken at bay. Without the proper management, the butterfly simply would not survive here. I asked the warden about his rapid pace and why he and his party did this, I was told that it was so they did not count the same butterfly twice. Once they had reached the bottom, they were going to visit another nearby combe, which they said had an even more difficult terrain. As I watched them disappear into the dense vegetation below, I marvelled at the dedication of some people especially those young volunteers. Climbing up and out again, it was a welcome relief to reach the road below Dunkery Beacon and admire the views. Later I camped just below Halse Combe near Porlock.

- A male HF basking in Bin Combe.

- A Heath Fritillary visiting Bramble flowers in the lower part of Bin Combe.

- Bin Combe showing an area with dead bracken created by the N.T.

- The descent into Bin Combe.

- Bin Combe.

- Mating pair of HF Bin Combe.

- Male HF aberration Bin Combe

- Dunkery Beacon from the road above .
That evening I walked up through the woods to the highest part of Halse combe and sat here and watched the sunset going down beyond the coastal hills . I had come up here on this warm summers evening to hopefully listen to the Nightjars, a bird I have never seen or heard. In the middle part of the combe there is a path with a seat that is set back into the scrub. Although it was now dark there was a full moon. I looked at my watch it was 10pm, a Tawny Owl was calling. Then suddenly lower in the combe, an intense churring noise seemed to be coming from an old dead pine. I listened in fascination and another started up on the other side of the hill. Then for some reason after half an hour there was silence. I moved forward to get a better view and to my intense surprise, a Nightjar hawked just above my head, I heard the passing of those long pointed wings and then something incredible happened. The Nightjar landed a few yards ahead of me on the gravel track. I could clearly see this very strange bird in the moonlight. Why it landed close by me, I have no idea, perhaps it wondered what I was sitting alone in the darkness.Then the bird rose into the air and quickly disappeared into the gloom below. It was now 11 am and I left the head of the coombe with the Nightjars once more in full churr. Many thanks to the NT warden for suggesting I come up here in the evening to hear the Nightjars. The woods were now in full darkness and my little torch came in handy in finding my way to the camp site below. I wanted to be back up in the combe very early in the morning, because it was going to be another scorching hot day and I wanted to catch the Heath Fritillaries warming up and basking before they got too active.

- Small Heath resting in the last of the evening sunshine.

- View from above Halse Combe , looking towards Dunkery Beacon.

- The Exmoor coast at Dusk.

- View from above Halse Combe looking towards Bossington & Hurlstone point.

- Evening Foxgloves.

- The gloaming, waiting for Nightjars in Halse Combe.
I climbed back up into the combe, as the sun was rising into the sky. By 7.30am the Heath Fritillaries were already active with the males basking on the bracken. There was surprisingly few females, they are certainly much less active than the males. Within an hour the male fritillaries were flying in their slow unhurried flight low over the vegetation in the endless search for females, occasionally stopping to feed at flowers. Here they were joined by a few Green Hairstreaks. I spent a few delightful hours among the butterflies and admiring the tall stands of foxgloves. I then descended, packed up my tent and walked the six miles through the tall hedged lanes and across the fields to Minehead. In one of the pretty villages, I saw my first Painted Lady of the year, she was very tatty from her long flight and was enjoying the nectar with a Hummingbird Hawk Moth at Valerian growing high on a stone wall. A perfect end to my roam around this part of Exmoor. Peter.

- Heath Fritillaries basking in Halse Combe.

- Halse Combe.

- Female Heath Fritillary Halse Combe.

- HF resting Halse Combe.

- Foxgloves Halse Combe.