Cinnabar moth

This little beauty visited my kitchen yesterday and spent the late afternoon on the window pane. It is deep red and black, but appears much lighter with sunlight (yes, we had some for a couple of hours!) shining through its wings.

(I invited it to leave after taking the photos.)

Thank you for your comments on my 'faded glory' lament yesterday, but this great little country has a long history of emerging refreshed from the brink of disaster, and in the words of one famous leader who did not run away when the going got tough in 1940, we kept our calm, prepared to "fight them on the beaches"  . . . and went on to enjoy "our finest hour".

Plus ça change?