Country diary: Fermyn Wood, Northamptonshire

' There is an abundance of butterflies on the wing: red admirals soil swoop for canopy leaf. ' Photography: Derek Harris/Alamy/Alamy

After a morning of rain-sodden, coarse, bulging separate clouds and the hot sun bursts through. Fermyn wood has a renowned inhabitant – the purple Emperor. The second largest British butterfly, is a cryptic beast that flies around the tops of oak trees, rarely gracing the ground level. The male is of particular interest; the right light upper surfaces of the wings in black and white reflect an iridescent purple. A good objective for a ride in the afternoon.

As the gaps in the clouds pass over it, there is an abundance of butterflies on the wing: small brown rings and gatekeepers abound around herbs and Brambles in forest tours; black and orange commas and white simple haunt the bushes illuminated by the Sun; Red Admirals swoop four-poster soil. Learned trees by didactic book characters – shape, texture and colour, but trees also move and resonate distinctly. The ashes flexes in gusts of wind, sheets casually turn, gently rub like waves on a beach of sand and the branches sway together. Portuguese oak moves tougher, the swirling leaves resist air of speeding, noise is a little more harsh and branches of Spring quickly back to your preferred station. Torsion aspen leaves and vibration, their undersides are whitish glow of tree and the call is a loud, metallic rattle, sharper than even the oak.

How can I climb in the car to depart, I see something perched on the roof: a small greyish Butterfly with a white line along the wings and a little orange "eye" on the bottom. Opens to reveal the upper Brown with a metallic purple patch on the forewing. The purple Emperor can has eluded us, but this purple hairstreak is a rewarding compensation.

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Country diary: Fermyn Woods, Northamptonshire

There are a lot of butterflies on the wing: Red Admirals dive from land to canopy leaf. ' Photo: Derek Harris/Alamy/Alamy

After a morning rain soaked, breaks the thick, lined through separate clouds and the hot sun. Fermyn Woods has a famous inhabitant-the purple Emperor. The second largest British butterfly, is an enigmatic beast that flies around the tops of the oak trees, rarely reaching ground level. The male is of particular note; in the right light the tops of its wings and white reflect an iridescent purple. A good goal for an afternoon stroll.

How to overcome the gaps in the clouds, there are a lot of butterflies on the wing: Brown curls and gatekeeper abound around the grass and Brambles in woodland rides; pretty black-and-orange commas and plain white infesting the bushes illuminated by the Sun; Red Admirals dive from land poster. Learn manual – characters trees form, texture and colour, but also trees move and resonate distinctly. Ash flexes in gusts, casually flip, rustling leaves softly, like the waves on a sandy beach and the branches sway together. The English oak moves more stiffly, resist unrest leaves the air speeding, noise is a little tougher and branches spring quickly back into their favorite station. The leaves of torsion flutter, aspen and their whitish make twinkle part of the tree and the call is a loud, metallic rattle, sharper than the oak.

As I climb into the car to leave, I spy something perched on his roof: a small greyish Butterfly with a white line along the wings and a little orange "eye" in the lower corner. You open them to reveal uppers with a brown patch of purple metallic on the front. The purple Emperor may have eluded us, but this purple Hairstreak is a rewarding compensation.

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