Pararge aegeria

aka the Speckled Wood. At least that's what I think this one is. It was basking in the sun on Iron Hill this afternoon anyway. Polly disappeared into the undergrowth at one point during our walk and wouldn't come when I called her so I assumed she was rolling in something gross. She then appeared looking very pleased with herself carrying a large portion of baguette in her mouth. I told her to drop it and then Basil picked it up and ran off with it (it was much like a relay race). I ran after him telling him to drop it (Westies and bread don't mix well) which I think he did by mistake, so I kicked it back into the undergrowth and we went on our way, breadless.