Brown Argus

My sister and I took the train to Sole Street, just one stop from Rochester. A lovely 5 mile round there taking in a field of golden wheat, some newly planted Kent vineyards, an old church at Luddesdowne (full of artwork apparently but sadly only open at the weekend) and such beautiful wildflowers and butterflies. It felt like summer, although we picked little red plums, some slightly larger green/purple ones and even apples in the hedgerows so clearly the autumn harvest is upon us.
I think these are Brown Argus, but I’m happy to be corrected