Written by Lucy Brzoska
By a riera in Montseny, Southern white admirals were flying, flickering past in black and white. One settled in the shade, among nettles and brambles, and at this angle it turned deep blue, a colour it usually conceals.
Overlooking the stream, there were glints of metallic turquoise as Beautiful demoiselles displayed.
After a summer shower, rain drops and tiny tree frogs clustered on the waxy leaves of Montjuïc’s pond vegetation. One day I’ll find the elusive blue morph.