After what seems to be weeks of dreadful weather, I put the trap out last night with some degree of hope and expectation. The temperature plummeted and I ended up with a Brimstone, a Peppered and two badly worn Pugs that I have no inclination to identify. I am getting seriously despondent.
This years’ mark in my battered Townsend and Waring is a green dot - my garden and wood is fully greened up, my book isn’t .......
Jane
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