The Hop Dog, as the Pale Tussock used to be known in the great days of hopping, when most of East London decamped to Kent to help with the harvest and ensure the nation's beer supplies, is always welcome here. We don't have hops, which it especially favours, but its caterpillars are commendably catholic in their tastes (like our two grandsons but definitely not our granddaughter).
I was interested this year to get two males on the same night with contrasting shades of grey. Here they are closer-up:
Clockwise from top left: Sandy Carpet, Clouded Silver, Dot Moth Update: sorry, sloppy me. It's a Straw Dot. Many thanks to Edward in Comments) and Small Magpie