A reply to “High on Words: London Spring”
Seems there is little chance to escape the nuisance of spring. and don’t excpect any relief when summer comes. I remember a day in August, hoping to find some tranquility in Richmond Park. But soon I felt annoyed by a strang clapping sound, as if millions of elves were beating the dust off their tiny bedside rugs. The real cause, however, was much more secular: It appeared that thousands of butterflies (perhaps from Spain or Italy, who cares) made this noise with their blue wings.
I think there should be an ammendement written to the Rules for Richmond Park Visitors: “Butterflies are kindly ask to avoid any intense clapping sound with their wings between 1 and 6 p.m.”
