Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
Thursday, 15 March 2012
The old railtrack, Gare de Moncontour
A large tortoiseshell, the first butterfly I've really seen this year, stretches its wings in the sun on the concrete base of a telegraph pole, next to tiny, near-black pansies.
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