I think it’s rather sad that beautiful things can pass you by so easily. Although I had a country childhood, and my mother was a keen gardener, I grew up not thinking about butterflies very much. I could have named … Continued
This morning R and I went to Charlecote, where we had a pleasant walk, drank good coffee and ate tasty cheese scones, and I took some truly pitiful photographs. There was one reasonable one in the entire set, but even … Continued