'You should be on Scout Scar,' he said, meeting me by chance. He's a runner and it's a favourite location for him too. Neither of us should be in town on such a day.
There was bright sun with a hint of fair-weather cloud- perfect for photographing veils of flowering grasses and the flora of the cliff-edge. Quaking grass is tremulous and intricate. Dropwort has pink buds opening into white flowers. I found them intermingling, with yellow hawk-bit and a shower of quaking grass seed-heads against the sky, the hazy fells in the distance.
You can see for yourself which butterflies I've found here in previous years by using the search facility or going direct to the date on the archive.