I got to Vinegar Pond and had some lunch before looking for these tiny green butterflies. When I had finished and began my search, a large, threatening cloud loomed over. A few drops of rain started to appear. Theoretcally, it was a light shower. In truth, I was getting wet. Good job I packed a coat before I left, but even so, it just soaked it up and got my trousers damp. I had no choice but to shelter under trees until it passed over. The rain was joined by hail and lasted for ten minutes. I was a bit worried as I heard a few rumbles of thunder nearby. Thankfully, though, the sun came back out in force.
The rays of sunshine was warm enough to evaporate the rain's dampness from my coat and trousers rather quickly. For a short few moments immediately after the shower had ended, water vapour floated upwards into the air from everything that was wet from the rain. Life, too, was back to normal like nothing had happend. Birds began to sing and dart into the gorse bushes with the sound of the feeding calls of hungry chicks from within the undergrowth somewhere. Bees and other insects resumed to pollinate the gorse and broom flowers. Just as the sun convinced me to come here in the first place, it had also convinced me to stay and continue my search. Was it too good to be true?
|Green Hairstreak (from last year)|