At the North end of Bassenthwaite Lake lies Silver Meadows, a nature reserve named for the sight of silver undersides of willow leaves as they turn and flutter in the wind, or perhaps after the silver water that creeps up silently into the grasses and sedges in winter until the whole area transforms into a shining inlet of the larger Lake. On the first Sunday in May a band of 20 or 30 Friends arrive at the break of day for the annual Dawn chorus walk. This year as well as the 32 bird species counted Peter McQueen set up a moth trap. With the soft fog and windless conditions it was ideal weather and lying in the upturned egg- boxes under the lamp was a sheaf of over a hundred of these beautiful insects. And their names are almost as beautiful as themselves – Hebrew Character, Luna Thorn, Green Carpet, Quakers and Drabs. The walk finished with very welcome bacon butties as we watched the moths rouse out of their light induced stupor and drift off like ascending snowflakes, into the vegetation to sleep the day away.
At the South end of the Lake the Osprey’s date seems to be extending. She hasn’t left yet, so he must be doing something right!