There were butterflies all over the place yesterday afternoon, sitting on walls, hanging on to the roof slates, outstretched on any convenient lump of rock and, when they flew, only managing short, haphazard flights before they landed back in a sunny spot. All the resting points they chose had one thing in common: they were in the sunshine. And the resting butterflies were stupid, flopping around in the light breeze, and allowing a camera so close it almost touched their wings.
As always, the main species on the buddleia were peacocks (left in the picture) and tortoiseshells, more of the latter than the former. But who would have guessed that the dark, saturnine butterfly in the top picture was a peacock?
Many thanks, Martin, for the photograph.