Holiday Butterflies (3): White Admiral, Holt Country Park

 

In my previous post I mentioned Holt Country Park, where we saw our first Silver-washed Fritillary butterflies last month. In fact I also saw my first White Admirals. David had seen a single White Admiral days before at NWT Hickling Broad Reserve, where we were really looking for Swallowtails. I had missed it, so was particularly pleased to find these striking butterflies at Holt. I was surprised, however, to discover how (relatively) small they were, but perhaps that is in comparison with the Swallowtails and Fritillaries. I reckon they are about the same size as a Red Admiral. 

I love the almost tiger-like markings in the photo below.

The larvae only feed on Honeysuckle (Lonicera periclymenum). Adults can be found on nectar-rich brambles. At the present time these butterflies can be found in shady areas roughly from Lincolnshire to Devon.

Holiday Butterflies (2): Silver-washed Fritillary Sighting

 

This post follows on from my Swallowtail one and is the second of my posts about three species of butterfly, all new to us, that we saw during our recent time away in Norfolk. 

 

 

David and I visited Holt Country Park for the first time. It was a very hot day in June, and we were grateful for the shade afforded by the woodland rides. We had barely left the car park when we saw the flutter of large orange wings, the large orange wings of our first ever Silver-washed Fritillary! 

 

Several sightings followed thereafter, though the butterflies were very active and hard to catch on camera. 

I believe this is only the second species of Fritillary I have ever knowingly seen, the first being the exquisite Pearl-bordered variety, which we encountered back in 2014 on the famous path to Hallaig on the tiny Inner Hebridean island of Raasay. 

 

Pearl-bordered Fritillary, path to Hallaig, Raasay, 2014

2014 Photoshop collage: Raasay with Fritillary

 

I missed seeing the Fritillary David found in Galloway in 2018, but he let me post his photo here. 

 

Our Fritillary sightings have been few and far between, and two have been north of the border. The word 'fritillary' makes me think not only of butterflies but of the Snakes-head Fritillary flower. I began wondering why these chequered butterflies and plants should share this name. What did it mean? 

 

I did a bit of Googling (this article may not have answered my question, but it proved a fascinating read along the way), and discovered that while the word finds its origin in Latin, a derivation of it became the name for a 'dice-box' in the 1500s and 1600s. I wonder if some of these boxes from which dice were thrown were themselves made to look like large dice, with spot-marks ... 

 

Update, 15 July 2022

 

I continued to ponder the nature of the dice-box and to wonder how the word fritillary in one of its forms must surely have indicated a feature that would link the appearance of the butterfly with the flower.  

 

Help came from The Oxford English Dictionary, which cites a passage in J. Gerard's Herball of 1597. This passage suggests that what we recognise as the Fritillary flower was known as Frittillaria (as Gerard spelled it). Gerard proceeded to add that Frittillus (again, his spelling), a slightly different form of the word, was thought by some to refer to a chessboard comprising 'square checkers'. This last bit makes good sense to me as both butterfly and flower display a design similar to that of a chessboard.

The Yare Valley

Strumpshaw Fen: there were plenty of wonderful reedbed vistas

We spent the last morning of our Norfolk holiday at RSPB Strumpshaw Fen, a place I should have known very well since it was only a matter of miles from my first Norfolk home. For some reason I had never to my knowledge been out and about on this particular part of the Yare Valley before.

It was a bitterly cold April morning (about a week before Easter); but, as you can see, there were glorious spells of sunshine to set off the panoramic skyscapes.

When you arrive at this nature reserve, you have to cross an old-fashioned railway crossing. We checked the line carefully before proceeding to the RSPB cabin, and were thankful to find that you can buy hot coffee - and drink it with wonderful views like the one above through the hide-style windows.

We knew we didn't have very long as we had booked ourselves on a boat trip on the other side of the river - so we slurped our coffee and set off on the boardwalk towards the river Yare.

I wonder what is happening a the old Strumpshaw Pumping Station: is it a work of renovation, with those ladders and fence? In Victorian times this station was operated by steam. It was later upgraded to electricity.

We rarely see Coltsfoot in our area so it was a joy to find this splash of yellow. Apparently it can tolerate most soils except ones that are particularly acidic. Cockchafers are partial to the underground stems.

By noon the sky was a dark grey and the river Yare had a deep metallic sheen about it. We soon found ourselves pelted by hailstones. It was time, in any case, to head back to the car so that we could cross the river on the outskirts of Norwich. Many have marvelled at Mark Cocker's Crow Country: a number of the places he writes about and the remarkable corvid murmurations that he portrays with such verve are a few kilometres downstream from here - i.e. on round the bend in the photo above - on, and a bit beyond.

By lunchtime we had reached Whitlingham, and after a quick picnic in the car, we braved the elements and set sail on Whitlingham Broad, aboard the solar-powered Ra. This was something I had wanted to do for ages, and what a wonderful experience it was. The Ra is an accessible vessel, equipped to take folk with mobility issues and those in wheelchairs. There was a green ramp (see below) which meant no one had to clamber over the side.

I spent most of my teenage years close by, on this southern side of the river, but had never previously had the opportunity to venture out on to Whitlingham Broad. It was *COLD*, bitterly cold but bracing, and I think I wore nearly as many coats and scarves as I did when we took the ferry to Ellis Island off New York in the snow one January.

The Ra, a good platform for wildlife-spotting

The train opposite might well be going to pass through the crossing at Strumpshaw...

Can you see the Herring Lesser Black-backed Gull (correction thanks to John Scurr) on the roof? And it wasn't the only one ...

The Mute Swan preferred the bank...

...and, as you can see, it (she?) wasn't alone.

We were joined by the boatman and by another family and were soon out on the water in our life-jackets. This stretch of water used to be a gravel pit, and, if my memory serves me rightly, was 40 foot deep!

As we neared the other side, a Cormorant came into view. There were various waterbirds flapping about in front of us.

The Ra is a wonderful resource and we thoroughly enjoyed our ride. We made our way back to land passing groups of young people learning to sail and weaving their way through the wind.

Our final destination was Surlingham (where we were married many years ago). Surlingham is almost opposite Strumpshaw Fen. After a mug of Earl Grey and a superb pastry in a Polish farm cafe-patisserie we made our way down to the marsh, passing St Mary's, with one of the 124 existing round towers (Norman, in this case, with a 14th century octagonal top) in the county ...

We soon reached the nearby ruined church of St Saviour's...

St Saviour's, dating from 12th century and used for regular worship until 1705

It is a lovely, natural and tranquil spot - and I can see why local naturalist, Ted Ellis (1909–1986), was buried here. Our visit to this tucked-away corner seemed the perfect end to our Norfolk adventure.

North Norfolk

My previous post contains some of our Broadland photographs. This post has the area around the North Norfolk coast as its focus. It is always a joy and a thrill to see an Avocet, symbol (and success story) of the RSPB. We spent a fair amount of time at the wonderful Norfolk Wildlife Trust centre at Cley. Sadly we missed a book launch by Mark Cocker which had taken place there the day before our arrival. 

We love the reedy area around Arnold's Marsh: we have watched Bearded Tits and Reed Buntings here in the past.

I spent my teenage years in Norfolk, and this photo encapsulates those memories for me - long empty beaches of shingle, full of rugged beauty, perfect for wildlife but rather chilly!

The reedbed area on the landward side is equally compelling.

We paused for a while to watch this rather large Little Egret fishing.

Look at those feet...



There were various ducks on the saltmarsh, including this Shelduck.

The church below is in Brancaster and doubtless some of the masonry has been reworked from Brandodunum, the Saxon Shore fort built by the Romans.

We enjoyed watching the waders at Brancaster Staithe: the North Norfolk coast has so many hidden corners. 

Late afternoon: Brancaster Staithe

The photos below show Blakeney...

The sun came out after a dark cloud: I love the subtle saltmarsh colours. 

Another day began with quick visits to NT Blickling and Febrigg.

Part of the front of Felbrigg Hall

There were some very relaxed chickens in the walled garden at Felbrigg - and I loved their house!

The honey bees were certainly not in relaxed mode!

I love the hives, and what a beautiful flint wall behind. 

With blossom like this, I imagine the quality of the pollen must be superb! 

The photo below gives an impression of the vast beach at Holkham, a beach on the edge of The Wash, with sand, shells in profusion and estuarine mud.

You approach Holkham beach through a path between the pine trees. The hall and parkland estate, home of Thomas Coke of the Agrarian Revolution (as it was called in my school days), is just across the road.

I realise I have posted a rather random selection of photos. My next post will move inland again to the Yare valley (Mark Cocker's Crow Country), where I spent my teenage years - and where we spent a bit of time on this recent break.