Fearless

I went up to Chesterton Windmill this afternoon. Even hotter at the top than anywhere else; I'd hoped for a breeze but it was completely still. As soon as I set up the tripod I was set upon by butterflies. They were utterly fearless and landed all over my arms, my hat, everywhere. I've never seen this behaviour before; presumably it was something about my smell or sweat on my skin. I had my main camera on the tripod so pulled out my little Sony to get some pictures before they changed their minds.
The extra is the picture I'd really gone up there to take; windmill, blue skies and what looked like the beginnings of storm clouds.