Another one from Yorkshire, although it could be in any garden. This day was hot and sunny, too hot for dog walking, and we did what any photographer would do in such circumstances. We drank Pimms, photographed butterflies on a sweet smelling buddleia in my sister’s garden, and drank Pimms again. In my opinion the increasing creativity of the resulting images was in proportion to the increasing volume of fresh air above the levels of Pimms in the bottle. Butterflies flocked to the blossoms in the sunshine, but flew way again if the sun briefly disappeared behind a cloud - maybe the sunshine was warming the fragrant oils in the flowers, dissipating the perfume and attracting nearby butterflies. Maybe I was being too curious, and should just have enjoyed the butterflies. And the Pimms.
