The Edge of the Wold

By gladders

Wolf in the grass

I was sat amongst the scabiouses in the Cowslip Field, when turning round I saw a pied wolf sleepily watching me.

Like last Sunday it was a bright morning for chasing butterflies.  There were scotch arguses elsewhere on the Knott, but they were too warmed up and elusive to allow for a photograph.  I did have a passable photo of a gatekeeper, but today it was the wolf that stole the show.

Otherwise, another day getting torn to shreds by the savage rose which at last has been subdued.  Our little back garden is opening up, and now it doesn't look quite as little.

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