In fact, even without the trips to Hoy, I had run out of metaphorical spoons with the garden. After all the effort put in during lockdown, and the huge strides made in various projects (some even to... [gasps]... fruition), the mess created in repairing the soakaway had rather taken the shine off all we had achieved. I was ignoring the garden to Olympic standard.
But, as time and tide wait for no man (and I'm sure that Dame Ellen MacArthur would have an opinion on that), the trusty sward at Tense Towers is similarly impatient of temporal and gravitational boundaries. So, something had to be done.
After topping up the fuel tank of the lawn mower, I was trundling the machine around to the rear of the property, when I spied a moth tucked away at the bottom of the harling on the front of the house.
In its way, it was quite well camouflaged. Unfortunately, it was very worn, so a definite ID will likely prove impossible, but the contenders are Willow Beauty or Mottled Beauty.
When I finally began mowing, I disturbed several freshly-emerged Large Yellow Underwing moths, though was unable to capture the striking splash of colour from the underwing in a photograph.
After mowing, and during a spot of weeding, a Small Tortoiseshell butterfly paid us a visit. Well, to be fair, it was actually visiting all the pale yellow brassica flowers it could find. And we have a few...
In the afternoon, I took Our Lass to Rerwick Head, to explore more of the area visited earlier that week.
|A tiny rock pool|
|A wasp mimic, the hoverfly Sericomyia silentis|
|A pair of Common Blue butterflies mating|
|A gathering of Shags|
|Heber Geo, a sea cave open at both ends|
|It was a hot day to be a bundle of fluff like this young Fulmar chick|
|A colony of Kittiwakes with many youngsters|
|A Middle-barred Minor moth (Thanks to AF for the ID)|