Now in early October, numbers of butterflies are drying up to a mere dribble – in my garden, the last of the Large Whites, Small Whites, Red Admirals and Speckled Woods are weakly fluttering.
However, if you run a moth trap, you find that your garden is still very much alive with their more elusive cousins.
So, last Saturday, I put out my trap with what is called an actinic bulb, which glows with a rather bluish…