So here I am, minding my own business, sneaking in a diversion of a walk amidst the chores, as the wind winds itself up for a forthcoming storm. I'm in the quietest part of the country park and so settle down on a bench for a couple of minutes to catch up on a few of my overdue physio exercises. The skies are grey and threatening but brief spells of sunshine start to appear and I notice one or two butterflies emerge from hiding for a bit of a flutter here and there.
Physio abandoned, I start to observe the butterflies and try to work out the best landing places that might offer me a decent photo. After a couple of test shots (this is one), they all disappear, and I am denied the opportunity to peruse my objective.
