Standing among buddleia and lavender, I feel like a butterfly charmer.
They’re everywhere, alighting or taking wing, twirling, bouncing, dancing round my head.
The heavy honey scent of the buddleia must draw them although the lavender is just as popular.
One butterfly I couldn’t identify with certainty; it drove me crazy.
While most butterflies delight in fobbing you off with their drabber underside, this one was very reluctant to show it and of course it’s the only way to tell the exact species.
In the end I concluded it was a Silver-Washed Fritillary, the only fritillary to have streaks rather than blotches of a paler colour on its underside.
It’s a strong flier and often glides swiftly and high up, which must be why it led me such a dance.