There was an opportunity to enjoy both the dry and the wet lands in one day - firstly a glorious downland bank at Lullingstone, where John and Greenie had described seeing Dark Green Fritillaries.
Sure enough, there were about 20 of these large butterflies flying over and through grass stems. The only time they settled, they worked their way to the base of the vegetaion and crawled through it, rather than displaying themselves for easy photo-opportunities.
This may be the actual Grass Vetchling or 'Crimson Shoe' photographed by John. But I'm perplexed by this following plant - any ideas?
Later, I stopped for a long-overdue visit to Hothfield Common, where the sandy boggy soil hosts a very different array of natural life.
Bog Asphodel....that's the first time I've even written or typed the work 'Asphodel'. Pleasing.
Here it grows with Cotton Grass and Heath Spotted Orchids. Unfortunately I couldn't see any Sundews, so I'll have to return.
The Asphodel Meadows of Greek mythology were where the 'ordinary and indifferent' people stayed after death, on the far side of the river Styx. These people were not good enough for the Elysian Fields, but not bad enough for Tartarus, or hell.
This pony seemed as though it was guarding the way across the Styx - or, to mix myths, it was Little John challenging Robin Hood.