Butterlight White

We’re walking up from Babbacombe Down towards Shag Cliff.

Hips are hurting. The Pumper Bird is shyly aflutter.

There’s that bench where the last drop of tea can be drunk.

And now here flitters across a white butterfly – looking for (potential mate) over there. I’ve skipped over with camera to catch him fluttering her wings.

Video: Ian Nisbet

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