Williamson's Weekly Nature Notes with Richard Williamson
They looked like humming birds, but they were moths, all through this summer gone. They came out of Afcrica on the desert winds. On the wings of tropic storms they soared through the night.
They had seen fear in a handful of dust but they were young too and had to explore the world. Wih fine Saharan sand around them they ran the roads of ancestral memory.
For full feature see West Sussex Gazette October 18