For about four weeks our (city centre) area was home to butterflies. Lots of butterflies. Little ones and medium ones, and some very big ones.

This beauty flew through the door of our flat one morning. I wonder how he arrived on the 17th floor? Most mornings for a while there was a similar one on the balcony, and with a wingspan of 4-6 inches our chap could have flown up too. But, surely, not opened the doors on to the fire stairs? No, I think he took the lift.

And now? The butterflies have gone, and it’s all back to normal. We rather miss them.