Wheatear

My last stop before catching the train home from Plymouth was Ford Park Cemetery, which has a good reputation for urban wildlife and is just behind the station. 

I was about a month too late for the Black Redstarts, but this solitary female Wheatear, perched on a headstone, was demonstrating that this is indeed a favoured stopping off place for migrants on their way north.

A cool wind meant there weren't as many butterflies as I'd hoped, but I did see my first Holly Blues on the ivy clad walls, along with a Small White and Small Tortoiseshells. Apparently there were Speckled Woods about somewhere, but I missed those. Still, enough to satisfy me before my six hour journey home.