Mother Shipton in the sun at Uskmouth. That's supposed to be the profile of a witch on the forewing, looks more like Mr. Punch.
Thought I'd better get down the patch whilst the sun was shining. Nothing new on the bird front but the number and variety of bugs, and other spineless wonders, seems to be on the up. Down at the pools most of the action was provided by regular sorties by the resident, wader bothering, Buzzard. High tide was almost a total wash-out, just two Dunlin came in off the estuary.
Umbridge at Goldcliff. [In the interests of full disclosure, the above is a composite of several images (can you see the join[s]?); no less authentic than images taken with the aid of MP3s, mealworms, etc., especially when photographers then fail to mention their use. Of course, all photography is, at best, a manipulated, imperfect reflection of reality, but that's another, yawn-inducing discussion altogether.]