My powerful Stihl strimmer helps me keep on top of the garden, eliminating bracken from the steep hillside to the railway and keeping reeds at bay. A bank of green grazing in a sea of gorse and bracken is very welcome to the farmer’s sheep and for the moment there’s a brilliant display of violets.
Where the vegetation is thick, around the edges of the orchard, it’s hard to see what creatures might be lurking in the undergrowth. That’s why the motto in our garden is rake first, strim second; the St Francis approach.
My reward on a cloudy morning was a slow worm, barely warm enough to move, and a moth perfectly matched to its background of dead bracken and leaves. Can anyone tell me what sort of moth it is?