By 2016 our number of moth species had climbed to 441, including moths that are rapidly declining nationally, like the dusky thorn, figure of eight, cinnabar (exclusive to ragwort) and the ghost moth.

On summer nights, white male ghost moths live up to their name, hovering around Hammer Pond, lekking over yellow females sitting in the grass.

While the names of butterflies are often disappointingly prosaic (small white and large white hardly make the heart sing) moths’ names flutter with romance – from the sallow-feeding swallow prominent, coxcomb prominent, beautiful china-mark, canary-shouldered thorn and maiden's blush, to the waved black moth whose larvae feed on fungi around rotting trees, or the setaceous Hebrew character, named for the black mark on its forewings resembling the Hebrew letter nun.