

More signs of the prevalence of butterflies and moths as symbols or decoration: further south on our holiday probe, another of my small cousins, Anna, came dashing back into the bar at the King's Head in Ruan Lanihorne ( a lovely hamlet in Cornwall) and said; "there's a butterfly in the ladies." This was one place I could not venture, in spite of the fact that I have stalked butterflies in the Victoria Falls gorge and at the top of Mount Poniki in Sulawesi, Indonesia. I handed over the camera, and back she and her Mum came with this fine picture-of-a-picture of a Red Admiral (above). The nearest thing we had in the Gents was this stylised bee; one of a collection of regimental badges on old cigarettes cards.


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