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Today was a day when the pace slowed just a little, only because the weather was just a little unkind. The plan was to ascend the Col de la Bonnette but as we approached you could see the weather closing in on the summit. Never mind, it was a gamble worth taking for the Sooty Ringlet that dwells at the very top. It was much cooler too, everyone in the group put warm clothing on, I even saw a beanie. I have to admit I did succumb and donned a light cotton sweater, it was the only time on the tour where I felt truly comfortable - I don't do heat very well.

The upshot is that four of us took the path to the top and were rewarded by stunning views rather than a diminutive butterfly. The sun came out briefly and we heard bees and saw a lone high altitude Red Admiral.

At the foot of the climb there is a sign stating that the road is the highest in Europe, unfortunately this is being a bit economical with the truth. Wikipedia begs to differ - Col de la Bonette (el. 2,715 metres (8,907 ft)) is a high mountain pass in the French Alps, near the border with Italy. It is situated within the Mercantour National Park on the border of the departments of Alpes-Maritimes and Alpes-de-Haute-Provence. The road over the col is the seventh highest paved road in the Alps.

The road around the Cime de la Bonette reaches an altitude of 2,802 m (9,193 ft), this is not a "pass", but merely a scenic loop. It is, however, the highest asphalted road in France and is the highest through road in Europe.

A tribute to the road builders

Stunning views

Just too cloudy

David searching for a "sooty"

Ed looking for eagles

I tried to add at least one stone to every cairn

I know why the plants up here are short - the wind is real mean.

So we abandoned the high ground and descended to Saint-Dalmas-le-Selvage for lunch and some warmer butterflying.

First up were some charming Damon Blues, a life tick for me.

Damon Blue

Common Blue

Chestnut Heath

Chalk Hill Blue

False Heath Fritillary

Marbled Fritillary

Small Blue

Spotted Fritillary

Titania's Fritillary

Amanda's Blue

Large Wall

On the return to Rimplas the group stopped off at a large buddleia bush just outside the village. It was alive with butterflies but I recorded none. Then into the village and a scan of the lavender - Southern Comma!!!! "At last" said David. Now I know these pics were in a previous blog but I re-processed them and they are here for chronological correctness.

Southern Comma

Then a final, weary walk down the promenade, not too many butterflies present. The vegetation had a definite arid look about it, most of the nectaring flowers were well past their best. The butterfly season was coming to a close as was our visit. All I found of note was this pink hued grasshopper - which is actually a Blue-winged grasshopper (Oedipoda caerulescens)

Way back in late December I noticed a Tweet from Greenwings advertising a butterfly tour, my curiosity was sufficiently aroused to do some research, particularly previous tour reports. The upshot was that I found myself on the way to Nice for six great days out, in what has to be one of the best locations for finding butterflies, the Alpes - Maritimes.

The plan was a two centred holiday based upon the village of Rimplas, a small village in the Alpes-Maritimes department in southeastern France and the village of Saint Martin d'Entraunes, both within the Mercantour National Park. There were just two of us, of a total group of nine, on the delayed flight from Gatwick and when we finally arrived at our hotel, butterflying had ceased for the day, there were complaints that it was too hot and everyone had retired. Thunderstorms were threatening but I managed to have a quick preview of the track that would be the venue for the next day.

Next morning, after breakfast, we joined our guides David Moore and Ed Hutchings and made our way up to the old Fort Rimplas. The reasoning being that the sun hits this road first thing in the morning, sadly not today, the overnight rain had disappeared but grey cloud was persisting and the forecast was not due to improve until the afternoon. However, no one had told the butterflies and Great Sooty Satyrs, Marbled Whites and Escher's Blue were spotted on the way up.

Even with a minimum amount of sunshine the Great Sooty Satyrs were nectaring on any available flower of Valerian and Scabious.

Great Sooty Satyr (f)

Great Sooty Satyr (m)

Great Sooty Satyr (f)

Great Sooty Satyr (m)

Great Sooty Satyr (f)

Great Sooty Satyr (m)

Up at the fort Ed had found a family of Crag Martins being fed by both parents, over the period that I observed them it was apparent that the grub was being shared equally.

Searching the grounds of the fort revealed very little, just one of the few dragonflies of the tour, which didn't stop for a proper photograph and the extensive stand of Mallow plants failed to provide a Mallow Skipper.

Woodland Grayling trying to get some heat from the fort wall.

A slow amble back down the road to the start of the Promenade de la Foret, approximately 1.5 km of grassy track that provided a host of butterflies.

Marbled Whites were truly ubiquitous, very numerous on the track but throughout the tour we found them up to the highest altitudes.

More next year

Fritillaries were well represented, I managed to record Knapweed, Spotted and Weaver's and some worn Heaths

Heath Fritillary

Spotted Fritillary

Knapweed Fritillary

Spotted Fritillary

Weaver's Fritillary

Heath Fritillary

Plenty of blues to be found too.

Adonis Blue

Baton Blue

Escher's Blue

Turquoise Blue

Meleager's Blue

Lang's Short-tailed Blue

I managed to record both Pearly and Dusky Heath ...

Pearly Heath

Dusky Heath

Berger's Clouded Yellow

Woodland Grayling

Great Banded Grayling

Great Banded Grayling, seldom seen resting with wings open

Lulworth Skipper (f) showing the "crescent" marking.

Lulworth Skipper (m)

Wall

Wood White

Blue-spot Hairstreak

Red Underwing Skipper

In the village, at a house adjacent to the hotel and between the tracks, the owner had judiciously planted three lavender bushes. These were a magnet for bees and butterflies and had to be checked both in the morning before leaving and on return in the evening.