Floating like a… BUTTERFLY
Agreen woodpecker laughed as we entered Bentley Wood on the Hampshire/Wiltshire border, a place synonymous among lepidopterists with the rare purple emperor. I wondered if the woodpecker was laughing at us and hoped it wasn’t an omen!
My wife, Sarah, and I had come here in the wonderful weather of midsummer to look for butterflies.
I was delighted by our first campsite, Robin Hill Farm, just half-a-mile from the north end of the wood.
As we wandered here through arable fields, yellowhammers gave us ‘a-little-bit-of-bread-and-no-cheese’. From the long grass of field margins, complete with a scattering of poppies and field scabious, a covey of partridges took flight in a cacophony of calls
