White butterflies wove a web about bramble flowers by the wayside, with occasional peacocks. Green sloes on blackthorn and green rose hips in the hedgerows.
Butterflies and camaraderie marked the day. A cloud of painted ladies, come and see. I love it when friends come running to tell me they have something special. For some, painted ladies were entirely new. Who knows how long we stood in wonder. Sun dazzled the screen of my camera phone, I accidentally hit selfie-mode, a pin code sent me into screen-lock, over and over. But the butterflies had found a rich source of nectar and they were in no hurry.
Back at Barbon, we relaxed in the garden of the café and gentle rain set in on the drive home.