Wait. No. That butterfly (a Meadow Brown) is not the horror. Where is it?
::mutters to self::
Oh, I can't find it now. It's mixed up with the other photos somewhere. Why are nests of horrors never where you left them? It's almost as if they get up on hundreds of creepy little legs and wander off somewhere to burst open and cover you with tiny, itchy horrors the moment you do happen upon them?
Oh, well. It's bound to turn up soon. Until then, let's have a look at some wildlife photos taken just after this morning's swim. Not pictured: That seal. He was stalking me again. Le sigh...
|The foot of the cliffs looking West towards Overstrand's main beach...|
|... and the view East towards Sidestrand|
|Amongst the various lifeforms populating this sheltered environment were loads of Gatekeeper butterflies...|
|... some Large Skippers (at least, I think that's what this is)...|
|... a Conehead Bush Cricket nymph...|
|... a Field Grasshopper...|
|... several largish bees I can't identify...|
|... a wild rose...|
|... and its rosehips...|
|... some bullrushes and...|
::clutches pearls and fans self::
This is where it got to. The Nest of Horrors.
|Oops! Sorry, Cormorants. Didn't mean to startle you.|