Ceramic picture, with a line of original poetry. Framed in a chunky black frame which has been painted and waxed.
We live in a beautiful place. The Cowal peninsula is an undiscovered gem, tucked into the west coast of Scotland, above the Clyde estuary. It is possible to get here by road, but most people take the ferry rather than make the long drive up over the Rest and Be Thankful pass from Glasgow. It is a place of mountains, lochs and (slightly less welcome) rain. The one fly in our ointment is… the midge. Our climate mean that sitting outside on most summer evenings is often almost impossible for all but the most stoical. Moths batter at our windows at nights and the bat colony that live in our eves never goes short in their nocturnal hunting.
But this is not the case elsewhere. Here in the UK our insect population has plumetted, and continues to decline by about 2.5 % per year. The implications for the rest of our ecosystems is not clear, but is almost certain to devastate.
This picture takes a poem which Chris wrote after writing a blog piece about this issue. Suddenly raging against the death of insects on the internet seemed so inadequate.
The moth that Michaela depicted on this piece is a Small Yellow Underwing- one of Scotland’s endangered species.