My first Green Hairstreak and, therefore, very exciting for me, I can tell you. In fact, my first Hairstreak of any description. As is the way of these thing, I saw a few more that day and then another closer to home in Eaves Wood a couple of days later. Just before we saw this, we also saw a butterfly or a moth which, unfortunately, I didn’t get a decent photo of. It looked, in terms of the general shape, like a butterfly; had brown forewings with a little dash of white and orange hindwings with a chocolate brown crescent on each. The latter is very characteristic of the many yellow underwing moth species, but I can’t find one that fits otherwise, and, like I say, it really looked more like a butterfly. I think it’s destined to remain a mystery.
The occasion was an ascent of Whitbarrow with our friend BB and three of his kids. Here he is…
…on the excellent path which climbs the southern end of the escarpment.
When we reached the higher ground we settled in this sheltered spot which also has excellent views.
BB had brought his portable radio kit with him and wanted to get on the airwaves and play with that. Equally, I’d brought my Bushbuddy stove and wanted to play with that…
I don’t use it all that often and was reminded of one reason why that is, as it took an age to bring a small kettle of water to the boil for a brew.
The view along the edge towards Gummer How.
Ingleborough and Farleton Fell seen over a broad meander in the Kent.
Whitbarrow is a limestone plateau and it’s a fair walk to the top at Lord’s Seat.
It was lovely walking, but windy, and we soon had to put several layers back on. The contrast in the temperature compared to our sheltered lunch spot was amazing.
Scout Scar with the Howgills in the background.
The Kent, Morecambe Bay and Arnside Knott.
Arnside Knott again.
Green Tiger Beetle.
All the routes down the western side of Whitbarrow are steep, the route we took being no exception.
The edges from near Witherslack Hall.
Whitbarrow has appeared on the blog many times now. It seems to have become my go-to choice for a walk with friends. Perhaps because I feel like it deserves to be better known. On this occasion, it was actually BB’s suggestion. He has fond memories of climbing it when he was a boy.
Oh, WX, by the way, is amateur radio shorthand for weather.
And that’s 73 from me. (I’ll let you look that one up).