Tuesday was cool, with a breeze. Too cold for larger butterflies. Micro moths flying. I find two common blue, like displaced petals on scabious. So tiny. They have not yet warmed up enough to fly.
A few days ago, Bernie saw an adder ' like a coiled sausage' she said. ' and hissing. Like a Cumberland sausage.' I pictured a coil of Cumberland sausage hissing and leaping about in a frying pan, morphing into an adder.. Rumour spread amongst the locals who love Scout Scar, tales of Bernie's adder. I love the way we respond to wildlife sightings. The thrill of an adder comes alive in that hissing coiled sausage. It's a great image.