Those bizarre flying sticks I photographed a little way below turned out to be moths. I brazenly spent forever in WHSmiths reading a book about UK insects, going through the endless pages of sinisterly brown and hairly moths sat a-silent on tree bark, seemingly waitingto leap off and entangle themselves forever in your hair, or fly straight into your mouth like a big furry gobstopper.
But anyway, I found those beauties in there, and they are moths but they don't have any name other than some latinate tongue twister I've forgotten. I ;ove moths I've decided, and wish to photopgraph more of them! using incompetent trps like a bicycle light not working though!