One thing that brings me back to my childhood is seeing a moth. Dad loved butterflies and moths and at some point in the 1960s bought a second hand moth trap at the Amateur Entomological Exhibition.
Every night, when rain wasn’t forecast because the bulb was so hot it would likely shatter if hit by cold rain, dad put the trap out and in the morning over a cold dawn cuppa would go through the moths that had been attracted by the light and become trapped.
A couple of years ago I bought a new trap, as much to see what a London garden might divulge as to trigger those memories. It’s been so cold and then wet this year that last night I put it out for the first time.
This morning I switched off the light and sifted through the egg boxes to see what had been caught. There were ten moths, not exactly a success but they are still beautiful even if small.
I’ll try again tonight and post some more images. Hopefully as the nights follow the days and warm up the examples will grow.
And meanwhile Tweedledum and Tweedledummer watch on…