“The pursuit of butterflies places me in quiet, calm and resolute corners of our countryside, in a state of being where the petty material worries and emotional traumas of the everyday dissolves into the sun and the trees and the dew”. Patrick Barkham

“And the highest enjoyment of timelessness - in a landscape selected at random - is when I stand among rare butterflies and their food plants. This is ecstasy, and behind the ecstasy is something else, which is hard to explain. It is like a momentary vacuum into which rushes all that I love. A sense of oneness with sun and stone. A thrill of gratitude to whom it may concern - to the contrapuntal genius of human fate or to tender ghosts humoring a lucky mortal”. Nabokov