Or: Fleeting Moments of Wonder I
Another Carnforth commute and another sunny afternoon, although, to my surprise, my lunchtime taxi journey over had been beneath dark and rainy skies, breaking a long uninterrupted chain of sunny Thursday lunchtimes.
As I headed out of Millhead towards the field path to Warton I spied this small tortoiseshell at around head-height on some brambles.
It seemed to be intent on sunning itself, but, perhaps because of the strong breeze, was standing in an odd way with its wings pressed flat.
Very hairy isn’t it?