Fritillaries everywhere on the wing, nectaring on bramble flowers and in pools of sunlight deep in shady bracken. So many, we lost count, our eyes holding some half a dozen fritillaries in wavering flight, a lull, then more.
We found a couple of wheatear, probably juveniles, on the limestone clitter. The flickering tail and flash of white rump as they flew off. Grasshoppers loud in the grass.
By lunchtime it was so hot we found shade under a leafy ash tree and were refreshed.