A trio of dancing butterflies out of the shadows, over bramble flowers, close, yet elusive. 'Take the shot,' urges M in the Bond movie, Skyfall. Miss Moneypenny hesitates, she can't get a clear shot. Nor can I, but I go for it. We wait for them to return but they do not. A trio of Silver Washed Fritillary and I have them on camera. Are they flying off? Or hydrating on damp mud, sipping minerals which the males need to make pheromones to attract females
My cache of images, my Silver Washed Fritillary of the day, represents interludes of intense focus. Here I pin my hopes but the sylvan experience is richer and deeper. So I share the aesthetic of sylvan, of being in high-summer woodland, searching a drift of hemp agrimony for an elusive butterfly deep in flowers. The Silver Washed Fritillary is a butterfly of the woodland fringe, an enchantment where sunlight and shadows meet.