Another frost last night and the moths remain sparse. Coming south has not led to a sudden abundance in the trap. There was a welcome 'first' for 2013, however, albeit a very late one: this Early Grey, a species whose name has led to much jesting on my part in the past about tea. By one of those coincidences which intrigued Arthur Koestler, Penny and I had a pot of mixed tea at Annie's Tearoom yesterday afternoon and the nice lady serving us called it 'Early Grey' in her soft Oxfordshire voice.
|Well concealed in sunshine...|
|...and in shade (Yes, I have discovered how to do captions)|