Pulses of drizzle ceased mid-morning, and were replaced by glimmers amongst the glowers. At noon the sun burst through, and Emperors took spectacularly to the air - I watched 10 males become instantly active at Bentons Gorse, the high ashram of Knepp, but they soon dispersed and went off sallow searching.
Then the day stalled, started again, stalled, and never got going properly - until it cleared in the evening and I issued the day with a fixed penalty notice, a Rip-off Britain sticker, and a Blame Boris emoji.
I doubt many Emperors emerged today here, or yesterday: we are still awaiting a Big Bang at Knepp, and to date only four females have been seen.
Perhaps tomorrow...
Watch this space...
Most of the known male territories at Knepp have got silly names. This is the Consistorial Court of Discipline, for those who know their Philip Pullman (it's not far from Lady Chatterley's Lover, Pride & Extreme Prejudice, Lord Byron, Normal People and Lady Windermere's Fan) -
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