Here's the French Connection, part 2: whites and yellows. I've been puzzling over how to divide my holiday hoard and apart from the simple division between butterflies and moths, the easel method seems the best way.
My Last Duchess (I only know that because my younger son learned it at school and recites it with brilliant malevolence).
But here's the treat: a Wood White whose flight is as dainty as any among the butterfly world. It's a delicate creature altogether, with unusually shaped wings - narrower and more tightly-curved than the usual, broad spread of butterflies its size. There are various continental versions but my butterfly Bible Tolman & Lewington doesn't show any of them reaching as far as the Dordogne. Mind you, that also applies, just, to the Cleopatra, a lovely version of the Brimstone with bright orange blotches on the sulphur-coloured wings; and I definitely saw one of those near the excellent castle of Beynac. But we were driving so I can't prove it with a photograph here. So here's another Wood White, a male I think because of the more pronounced sooty tip to the wing: