Finding the blues

I've been worried about butterflies, as you know. Usually, there are plenty when the sun shines.  Today, the sun shone but there were still very few.

A white buzzed me when I walked into Pipe Hall Farm Woodland Trust Reserve. When I got a bit further down the path, there was a solitary Peacock. A Small Skipper was perched on one of the grasses in the Wildflower Meadow - but my favourites, the blues, were nowhere to be seen.

They love clover and some of the little flowers. But they weren't in the usual places.

I was just chuntering about a bombastic man who was letting his out of control dogs rampage through the area where the skylarks nest (ignoring the signs), when I spotted one. And then another.

They are there, not so many, and keeping themselves to themselves. But they are there.