Luckily….

there were some boggy puddles in this area which should be dragonfly pools and the Four spotted chasers were using them, feeding, mating, laying and chasing in the hot sun.
The whole hillside did smell wonderfully of Bog Myrtle, as did I by the time I’d finished splodging and crunching through the rough vegetation! Legs well scratched and bleeding and the first Cleg bites of the year! Said rude things to them as I slapped!