by Susie White on (#2QDF5)
Allendale, Northumberland I linger, hoping to see a flicker of wings before leaving the trap to work its magicThe night garden is brilliantly lit by the full moon of the moth trap’s bulb. Shadows are thrown deep into the drystone walls and the hawthorn branches show bright against the dark fields. Shading my eyes against the UV light, I linger, hoping to see a flicker of wings before shutting the door and leaving the trap to work its magic.