The garden traps went out last night for the first time in over a week. The catch was pants and there was nothing exciting to redeem the situation. Can't believe that once again we are in the midst of a shite July with cool overnight temps and rain. The traps should be bulging to the point of being hard to get sorted in time for work at this time of year.
Think I am suffering from an unusually virulent form of S.A.M. (Seasonally Affected Moth-recording). It's getting so autumnal I may have to get the bins out and go birding again.