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My most magical childhood memory is of living sparks of light floating around our garden in the tropical dusk. Fireflies seemed fantastical creatures and, despite learning the science of how they light up their bodies at night, I could never shake a lingering belief that they were really fairies. Like fairies, they disappeared as I grew up. So coming home late one summer evening to the otherworldly gleam of a glow worm in our Somerset garden convinced me of the magic of this place.
Like many of our declining insect species, glow worms like a bit of mess and untidiness in the garden. Grass that is left long over high summer – when the glowing female beetles searching for mates are most likely to be seen – provides a home for
