Though I did see some lovely ones in the Bedford Purlieus, which is a Wood. This one is a Peacock Butterfly, and the next one delights in the name of Fritillary.
There was no one else walking, just a couple with a long-lensed camera, who had been butterfly spotting. The man had long grey hair, and looked like he was enjoying returning to the ’70s. He made a snide comment about how his wife scared off the butterflies before he could shoot them. They go every year, to make sure the butterflies have hatched out of their cocoons I suppose, because if nobody saw them, would they really be there? Like Schroedinger's Cat I suppose. I have been listening too long to:....
This is what the Wood looked like. I didn't veer off the main path much, as it was dark in there and there may have been weasels. And I don't think I would fit through Mr Badger's door. Incidentally, for those who wondered how a Galapogos Turtle wandered into the Midlands, it was a rock. You knew that, didn't you.
But now I must do vacuuming. Fortunately Jill and I have a lot in common.
She has this neat cordless vacuum ( it is plugged in for recharging), which is handy for big spaces, so you don't have to keep finding powerpoints or lugging the cord around.
Then I'll get on with my reading.
Beautiful walks. It looks as though the weather's being kind, Kathy.
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