There were children... a lot of children.  I don't want to talk about the children.  Let's fast forward to the afternoon when I took my moth trap on one of our regular walks in the wheelbarrow.  It had been raining quite heavily in the morning but once the children had gone the sun came out and everything was nice.

It was even hot enough for this little Ringlet butterfly to come out and sunbathe on the tarmac road just above the power station:

I have been given explicit ORDERS by The Boss that I have to spend more time just wandering around with a plant book trying to identify plants.  Well it's a tough job but I do my best and was able to find some time to stroll slowly along in the sunshine and find some plants.  Actually I didn't take a flower book but using the plant knowledge which my Mammie has implanted into my subconscious I made the following guesses (preliminary googling supports my hypotheses):

Possible Hedge Woundwort.  It was very hairy

Possible St. John's Wort

It's a rose.  Possibly a Dog Rose

And then I returned to the visitor centre and got a lift home.  I must retire and rest now.  Even as I type my moth trap is sitting patiently in the woods by the dipping pond, drawing in all sorts of little goodies for me to discover tomorrow morning. I think that the most distressing thing about finishing my job here will be leaving the moth trap behind.  We spend a lot of time together and are getting quite attached.