We went to the woods at Goodwood today - where the racecourse is - hence the Camptown Racetrack song. It is a song that reminds me of my youth, of listening to Housewives Choice on the Radio with my mother - so I was thinking about the Fifties on the way back.
No butterflies, although there was sunshine (intermittent), beautiful woodland clearings and wildflowers. We intended to visit Brandy Hole on the way back, but it was raining.
The Captain is on the phone inviting Jacks to dinner on Saturday as I write this.