WharfedaleBex

By WharfedaleBex

Chilly copper

I ended up skirting into the bilberries to avoid this tiny butterfly that seemed to lack the beans to fly in the cloudy, cool air. They kept flitting up the path in front of me as I tried to creep past. Not much was out today on the whole but the goldfinches were still singing their heads off in the gorse and hawthorn.

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