Another sun scorched day another downland valley filled with fluttering. Beyond the boundary of the South Downs National Park the city fringe is filled with things in flight.
Allotment air alive with red, white, blue and black as butterflies thrive.
Red admirals sail the breeze and peacocks perch on paths or beam their colours from buddleia blooms.
Tortoiseshells tease and rarely settle – flaunting flashes of burnt orange, red and white – at rest revealing perfect patterns on their wings.
Browner butterflies stick more shyly to the
shadows – flitting along hedges and weed wrangled beds. Gatekeepers gather in gangs, alighting on bee buzzing lavender.
Meadow Browns range round ragwort and a single Speckled Wood flies low amongst the greenest leaves.
The whites range higher – seeking to spy brassicas to brood on – sneaking their caterpillars under our nets to feed on our hard earned greens.
In Roedale Valley, butterfly business is booming.
OK so its a moth
At the hottest height of summer Castle Hill, the centre of Brighton’s Biosphere reserve, is crowded with colour.
Bees too busy to be bothered by passing walkers provide the soundtrack for a saunter.
Grassland is bright with butterflies flitting from flower to frond, finding food and flirting.
Shielded by the Downs from the sounds of human traffic, all that can be heard is the thrum of insects working while the sun shines.
Vivid peacocks sunbathe on chalk paths – too shy to
be caught on camera by the stealthiest approach.
Others are more brazen, flaunting vibrant colour contrasts with their favourite floral flavours.
Chalk hill blues, marbled whites, skippers, admirals and six spot burnet moths burn bright against the softer tones of scabious and cornflowers.
And no-one else is here to see this hub of natural industry.
An orgy of gastropods
Gobble up my garden
Leaving their silvery slick.
Can nothing neutralize their appetite For everything?
Yes – they like Lambrini
And are now