When the sun is out Lightwood is a very special place to be. Especially at around midday. The marshy valley where the reservoir once was, hums with insects. Butterflies spiral around each other and overhead a buzzard drifts with that deceptive laziness across the sky.
Where once there was a reservoir, now nature is reclaiming and reshaping the landscape.
One of three ponds. From February to April it teems with tadpoles.
Slightly stagnant at the moment due to the lack of rain fall recently
The ponds support a wealth of flora and fauna
I almost managed to photograph this butterfly. You can just see one wing poking out from behind the stalk at the bottom.
