We carried on through the woods and walked out onto the top of the chalk grassland slope. It's one of my favourite local views.
The grass looks dry and brown up there, but it's actually full of wonderful flowers, particularly scabious and knapweed.
It was a bit windy, but there were a few butterflies flying, including holly blues, brimstones and a handful of common blues.
Walking back to the car park there must have been at least a dozen speckled woods in the dappled shade of the trees. I love the way they guard their little patch of territory, chasing off any intruders, always returning to rest within a few feet of their original perch. When you walk down the path you can see where you pass from one butterflies territory to the next.
|The car park violet helleborine|