Ardnamurchan Campsite. One other butterfly was in the air, a small white one which was blown away on the brisk breeze before it could be photographed.
Something has left a calling card at the top of the steps up to our vegetable garden. Whatever it was - and suggestions would be very welcome - it had been eating the few raspberries that have managed to ripen. We suspect it was the cock pheasant, but he is denying the charge.