It's a meurth

      Sorry, but Inspector Clousseau strikes again, one of those film scenes that come back to life every time someone in the family sees or announces the presence of a moth. That's what I said, 'a meurth'.
      This handsome chap was fluttering around one evening and we were quite impressed with him, loved the hairy edges to the wings, very macho.
      Mind you he was living dangerously, with the bat population zooming through the sky looking for protein on the wing.
      It's a tough world out there.