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We are halfway round a circular walk from Robertsbridge in East Sussex, not far from Bodiam Castle, and flat out in a field edge, resting on our elbows, with phone camera aimed at a small moth on a blade of grass a foot away.
It’s about half an inch long and sits wings folded downwards, like a tiny towel draped over a bannister.
It’s a very delicate apricot colour,…
