Moths shown in a new light

ON WARM nights when there is little or no breeze I love to sit out late on the patio. Sometimes I read under an outside light with a glass of wine beside me.

More often I just sit and enjoy the sounds and smells of the countryside.

I live a long way from anything resembling a main road and by midnight most of the human generated sounds have stopped. An occasional aircraft passes over head and some nights when Bord na Mona has a quota to meet the great milling machines growl away on the bog until dawn.