26 Apr 2020

The 58 - Episode IV - Long Journeys

Sunday 26th April 2020

First, the answer to the puzzle I set at the end of the last report.

What is this?

Photograph: Les Hughes
For those of you who, like me, had no clue … it is an Ash bud soon after it has burst.

This week's episode of our hero's quest to find all of the butterflies, normally found in Great Britain, details trips to find three of the most difficult ones to find, especially when you live in Staffordshire or Shropshire. They are rare and involve long journeys to any of their known sites.

Chequered skippers are BAP Priority Species restricted to damp grassland sites in western Scotland. The skippers used to be found in England but these colonies died out in the 1970s. Recently there has been a great deal of publicity about their re-introduction into the Rockingham Forest but, as far as I know, the exact location remains secret and visits are discouraged.

So if you want to see a Chequered skipper you have to go quite a way into Scotland. A very long way from our locality!

Scanning the weather forecast for the week ahead on the Monday our hero sent his "support team" the following email:

"Hi Chaps,
"The forecast remains rain and shine over much of the country.
"The main targets this week are:
"Swallowtail, Chequered Skipper, Lulworth Skipper, Glanville Fritillary, Heath Fritillary.
Strumpshaw, Oban, Portland, Croydon/west Solent area, Southend.
"I need one day nearer home so as to get stuff done, it could be tomorrow, if it is friday then Oban is out.
Where do we want to go on thursday?"


I seem to remember that Bob and I were unavailable for some reason on the Tuesday but we agreed to go to Strumpshaw on the Thursday.

In our absence our hero went to Oban on the Tuesday.

All by himself.

Over 700 miles there and back.

All in a day!!!!!

And was it worth it?

You bet!

Number 26: Chequered skipper

Photograph: Jim Cresswell
The details of this journey of devotion are provided by the hero himself.

7.08am: Set off from home

9.25am: 20 minute stop at the Tebay Services on the M6.

From the M6 took the M74 over the southern uplands, followed by the M8 and the M898 taking the Erskine Bridge over the River Clyde. Took the A82 north.

Stopped just north of Glasgow then on to Loch Lomond. (Made a note of vacancies around Loch Lomond in case an overnight stop required!) From Loch Lomond continued north to Tyndrum then headed westward towards Oban. At Connel headed north on the A828 to Creran (nearly there). A little way north of Creran turned left onto the minor road that leads to the car park at Glasdrum Wood.

Arrived at 2.16pm.

An easy journey!

There was beautiful warm sunshine but a stiff westerly wind to greet him, with the occasional large white clouds. Fortunately, after such a long journey, there were quite a few Chequered skippers about in the scrub that is found in this Celtic rainforest.

The journey home was achieved by retracing his route there, with stops on the way and frequent decisions whether to find a bed for the night or plough on.

He ploughed on.

The only real concern was a lack of fuel but our hero made it home just after midnight with his car showing a range of 0 miles on its fuel gauge.

Two days later he was off on another adventure, this time with his "support staff", to RSPB Strumpshaw Fen.

Although primarily a bird reserve, the site is well known for its populations of the rare Norfolk hawker and, what we wanted to see, the Swallowtail butterflies.

On arrival it was quite a struggle to find a parking spot, but we managed find one in the end. No sooner had we entered the reserve than we saw a crowd milling around a large raised flower bed.

"If you had been here 5 minutes ago you would have seen Swallowtails" was the helpful information we were given.

"But they may come back." was added as a consolation.

Snacks were obtained from the RSPB kiosk and we set up vigil at the flower bed along with a few others.


To be fair we did not have to wait long until a large, elegant butterfly fluttered into view and settled to start feeding.

It was immediately surrounded by lenses of grotesque proportions as well as the more modest ones toted by the likes of myself.

Number 27: Swallowtail


Yes. There it is on the flower head just to the left (as viewed through the lens) of the person with dark glasses.

When the hubbub had died down I did manage to get close enough to take a photograph or two.



What a delightful animal.

It was still pretty early in the day (before lunch) so we had a wander about the site.

A Norfolk hawker was observed but at a distance and out of my camera range. However, I did manage a snap of another dragonfly rarity - a Scarce chaser.


As we wandered along a path that bordered one of the many ditches we came across a moth on the path - a Small China-mark


After a grand  day out it was time to head home. However, we can never visit a site without taking a look at the vegetation around the car park. On this occasion we were rewarded by a pair of Cercopis vulnerata making more Cercopis vulnerata.


Our trip around the car park ended with a confrontation with an enormous dog that was off the lead and bounding around the car park "only being friendly" with everyone it met. My response to the owner is best not printed.

Bliss! Two days rest.

Heath fritillary is, according to my butterfly book, exceedingly rare. It is found on Exmoor and Devon in the west and a handful of woods in Essex and Kent in the east. And it was to the east that we headed. To Hockley Woods, a few miles north west of Southend.

Despite the distance we had a very easy journey there, with little traffic and no holdups.

The habitat that we were looking for was recently cleared areas within the woodland.

We searched and searched for what seemed hours, but was probably about an hour, and could not find any sign of any habitat that held the promise of seeing the butterfly.

Stress levels rose!

Did we give up?

Don't be daft.

Eventually we stumbled across a sizeable clearing that had scrubbed up a little and had plenty of well grassed areas between the scrub.

And hey presto! There was a Heath fritillary, and then another, and another.

Number 28: Heath fritillary



Having found the target species for the day we could relax and enjoy the other things that the wood had to offer.

Needless to say, having relaxed, we found other spots where the butterfly was reasonably abundant.

Other species that we saw included:

A Parent bug guarding its eggs.


The striking micromoth Dasycera oliviella.


A beetle Clytra quadripunctata.


And a leatherbug that has been recorded in Shropshire for the first time recently, Box bug


And, NO, I did not bring this one back with me and release it in Shropshire in order to claim the first record for the county!

As we meandered about the site we noticed a police helicopter overhead.

It was still overhead five minutes later.

And ten minutes later … yes it was still there, appearing to track our movements.

All of a sudden we felt very guilty.

Later we met another walker who told us that the police were searching for an elderly gentleman with dementia who had wandered off and was last seen in the wood. Clearly the police in the helicopter thought that one of us may have been that gentleman.

We heard nothing more so, we assumed, the gentleman had been found and the police had stood down.

Having had a very easy journey to the woods, the return home was a little more difficult. Soon after joining the A127 to make our way to the M25 and home, we ground to a halt and stayed still or only advanced a few yards for quite a long time. There had, unfortunately, been an accident a little way down the road and it was taking time to deal with those involved and create a passage through for the rest of the traffic.

We got home eventually, safely.

The following day it was off to the Lake District to look for Mountain Ringlet. No rest for the dedicated pursuer of the 58.

But the chronicler does need some rest. You'll have to wait for the details of this outing.

As in previous weeks I now include some of the photographs that I have been fortunate enough to receive this week, plus a couple from my moth trap.

We'll start with spiders.

A male Dieae dorsata:

Photograph: Nigel Cane-Honeysett

A Noble false widow spider Steatoda nobilis:

Photograph: Bob Kemp
The same species of spider with dinner:

Photograph: Bob Kemp
A Shuttle-shaped dart;


An Oak bush cricket nymph:

Photograph: Nigel Cane-Honeysett
A Dock bug:

Photograph: Nigel Cane-Honeysett
A Lime hawkmoth:


A young Old lady:

Photograph: Nigel Cane-Honeysett
A blast from the past and one that we may not be in a position to go and find this year, a Glow worm glowing

Photograph: Nigel Cane-Honeysett
Finally - thank you to all who have sent messages of support either via email or as a comment to the blog, encouraging me to continue producing these fancies during our time of constraint.

Keep well.


19 Apr 2020

The 58 - Episode III - A couple of the more difficult butterflies

Sunday 19th April 2020

Yet another Wednesday blessed with glorious weather has been and gone, another Joy of Wildlife outing missed due to the current situation. This is not a complaint only an observation. The only complaint I do have is that the weather is openly mocking us as our movements are severely restricted.

On with the story ...

The nineteen butterflies that had been seen to date on the epic quest had not been particularly scarce or hard to find, inasmuch as they could, with perseverance and luck, be found in Shropshire or nearby. This was about to change.

One thing a quest of this sort requires is dogged determination to carry out the necessary research. Firstly, you need to know all the information about flight periods and possible sites of our rarer butterflies. The flight period is very important as, if you look for, say, a Silver-studded blue in September you are unlikely to find it, and the quest will fail. Secondly, you need to scour the internet for any scraps of information from others about sightings and where they were. Thirdly you must not be shy in quizzing others, when out and about, to glean what they have seen and most importantly - where they saw it.

We were now in mid-May and there were two rarer butterflies that had, in theory, emerged or were about to take flight - Duke of Burgundy and Marsh fritillary - plus the commoner species - Adonis blue. None of these are found in our neighbourhood so they needed trips to known sites.

As mentioned in my last report, when we went to the Wyre Forest to see the Pear-bordered fritillaries, we had a chance encounter that resulted in us to travelling to the intriguingly named Incombe Hole.

Why, you may ask?

To see the Duke of Burgundy.

No, not a member of the nobility, but a butterfly.

In previous years we had been to Prestbury Hill overlooking Cheltenham to see this butterfly. These trips were successful but numbers were very low. Incombe Hole held the promise, according to our informant, of a more abundant population.


Where is it?

The site is close to the village of Ivinghoe, south west of Dunstable, at the northern end of the Chiltern escarpment close to the Ivinghoe Beacon.

The "hole" is a dry valley etched out in the last glacial period.


There are a few paths down from the surrounding plateau; most of them steep. We took what looked like the easiest one.


Within minutes of reaching the grassland at the bottom we were rewarded by the sight of a Duke of Burgundy butterfly, number 20 for the year.


We had found our target species, we could go home, or to the pub or somewhere else. But we stayed.

It was not hard to find the Duke of Burgundy butterflies, there were lots of them. Our informant was lauded.

Not only did we find our target species but also many Grizzled skippers, lots of Dingy skippers (so many, in fact, that as we found another butterfly, we were heard to mutter with disappointment "Oh! It's only another Dingy skipper .", and plenty of others including a bonus:

Number 21, a Brown argus.


Incombe Hole is also a site for Pasque flower. Unfortunately we were too late to see them in flower.


As I was stumbling down the side of the valley after photographing the plant our hero and his companion had found a hoverfly associated with ants nests. By the time I got there it had gone.

"It will return", they assured me

And it did to keep a watch on an ants nest. I managed a photograph, not the sharpest by any means but just about OK.

Xanthogramma citrofasciatum:


It was with reluctance that we left this brilliant site and fought our way home through the late afternoon traffic, passing, as we crawled along through Dunstable, the wonderful sign pointing out the way to the
"Baptists Chapel
Recycling Centre"

After a day off to recover from one trip we set out on another. To yet another curiously named site - "Strawberry Banks", a well known site for the second of our "more difficult" butterflies - Marsh fritillary.

Strawberry Banks is a couple of fields of limestone grassland on a slope surrounded by woodland and scrub near to Chalford in Gloucestershire. The fields are thought to have once been used to grow strawberries, hence its name, but there were none to be seen when we were there.

The visit did not get off to a great start. Although the marsh fritillary were supposed to be out there were none to be seen. However we did find a bonus species:

Number 22: Small blue

Photograph: Bob Kemp
There were also plenty of Small heath.


But of Marsh fritillaries, there was no sign.

We split up Bob was at one end of the field and I was at the other. Our hero wandered up the hill and had a sit down as the "fret-level" rose.

Were we too early?

Were we too late?

The I saw that Bob was tracking something. Not only that but he had attracted a crowd who, much to his annoyance, had decided to "help" him track it. Which, of course, made it harder to track.

Yes, it was a Marsh fritillary. Success. But had our hero seen it?

I continued my own search and very soon stumbled on more of the butterflies.

Number 23: Marsh fritillary



Despite shouting and frantic arm waving, our hero kept his distance and showed no inclination to come and see what we had found. Had he abandoned hope?

Eventually we re-gathered and it turned out that our hero had been content to watch the fritillaries as they flew about him, making their way from the top of the hill to the bottom, which is where Bob and I were finding them.

Another successful trip. The quest was still going well, although we had seen the first signs of stress when the Marsh fritillaries took a while to appear.

As we left we spotted a Birdsnest orchid in the woodland next to the fields.


You have to admit, it is not the most attractive plant.

We had a few days break until we ventured out on our next trip to the south. This time we went to Stinchcombe Hill, near Dursley, again in Gloucestershire, in the hope of finding an Adonis blue.

Stincombe Hill is part of the Cotswolds and towers above the surrounding countryside with sides of limestone grassland that slope steeply down to the lower lying countryside below.


The top is a plateau where the locals have placed a golf course.

Still, it is serviced by a large car park and there are several rights of way over and around the summit plateau.

We spent our time on the slopes picking out paths that, as much as possible, followed the contours of the hill.

One of the first species we found was a Cistus forester.


I know the forester moths are very hard to distinguish, but, fortunately, we met the ranger of the site, who happened to be a keen and well-travelled lepidopterist, and he told us what it was.

We found a blue butterfly, but away it flew before we were able to get close enough to identify the species. It was pursued, but in vain.

More moths of interest were found in the grass.

A Burnet companion.


A Mother Shipton with the hag-like profiles on its wings.


And a Wood tiger.


BUT, apart from the flyaway blue - NO BUTTERFLIES.

Again the "fret-meter" began to rise.

Then a success ...

Number 24: Painted Lady

Photograph: David Williams
Photograph: Nigel Cane-Honeysett
These two photographs are not of the one we saw but from later in the year.

Painted ladies seem to be feast or famine. Often we will go long periods without seeing any then there will be an eruption and they are everywhere. Last year there was an eruption. Later in the year we went to Spurn Point. Why? Because its there! Where we found hundreds of Painted ladies feeding on the large patches of Sea aster.

Anyway, back to Stinchcombe Hill.

We persevered and finding a sheltered spot in full sunshine we concentrated on that area.

Finally we were rewarded by finding …

Number 25: Adonis blue.


A second photograph is of one found later in the year.


And that seems a good point to leave the tale for this episode.

Next time ... Our intrepid hero goes solo on an epic journey to try to find Chequered skipper.

Did he succeed?

Before I finish. I continue to be the very grateful recipient of photographs taken while others are out and about taking their permitted exercise or clearing their gardens, sheds and garages. Here are a few for your enjoyment.

First a quiz.

What is this?

Photograph: Les Hughes
When asked, I did not have a clue! But I have now been told.

Do you know what it is?

All being well, i.e. if I remember, I will tell you in Episode IV.

An Ashy mining bee

Photograph: Nigel Cane-Honeysett
A Heather shieldbug

Photograph: David Williams
A Large red damselfly

Photograph: David Williams
A spider - Misumena vatia

Photograph: Nigel Cane-Honeysett
A moth - Pebble prominent

Photograph: Bob Kemp
A Slender groundhopper

Photograph: David Williams
Another spider - Steotoda grossa


And finally, a Dock bug

Photograph: Graham Wenman

That's all folks.