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R and I set off for home this morning (though pledging to return to Suffolk, with which we’ve both fallen rather in love), breaking the journey at Paxton Pits in Cambridgeshire so that I could spend a couple of hours … Continued

Southwold

After a peaceful night, during which the only sound to be heard (other than my snoring) was the persistent hooting of a tawny owl, R and I ate one of the best, and certainly one of the biggest, breakfasts that’s … Continued

Babe

Speckled bush crickets are pretty strange little beasts even as adults, but the nymphs are so bizarre I find it hard to believe they’re real, even when I’ve got one cowering in front of me, wondering if I’m about to … Continued

Marsh Fritillary

“Good morning!” “Morning.” “Have you seen any Marsh Frits?” “Yes, two. Up there, on the ridge, feeding on buttercups on the far side of the path.” “Wonderful! That’s really helpful – thank you!” “You’re welcome.” Five minutes later: OK… so… … Continued