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closer inspection proved to be that ubiquitous deceiver Apamea r/emina. 
The next afternoon we were treated to another style of weather in 
the shape of a severe thunderstorm, followed by heavy rain. We 
sugared, however, at the risk of a ducking, with very little result, three 
II. littoralis being the only captures worthy of mention. Wednesday 
evening (July 4th) proved one of the best of the trip, and we took, 
amongst others, eleven H. littoralis, two B. albicolon, one Mamestra 
abjecta and a number of Af/rotis ripae, also a stray specimen of A. 
corticea. 
Thursday evening was an ideal one from an entomologist’s point 
of view—warm and cloudy with a light westerly wind—and for once 
our expectations were fulfilled. The common insects were much more 
plentiful than usual, and our bag included seven H. littoralis, one B. 
albicolon, one Ar/rotis tritici (an unusual form, now in Mr. May’s 
collection) and one A. restigialis ; the latter we bad hoped to find 
abundant but we were evidently too early. Seeing that the sugaring 
had been steadily improving during the week, we looked forward to a 
record take for the last evening, but the fates that rule the weather 
willed otherwise ; the sun went down in an almost clear sky and then 
black clouds appeared on the horizon heralding the approach from the 
north-west of the stiffest gale we experienced during the fortnight. 
During that time we took, or saw, 38 species of lepidoptera— 
embracing five Diurni, one Bombyx, 30 Noctuie, and only two 
Geometne, the latter being Dei l ini a exanthemata and Camptoijramma 
bilineata. Geometric seemed remarkably scarce, but I must confess 
that I did not work specially for them. The one Dombycid represented 
in my box is Cosmotriche potatoria, bred from a larva found feed¬ 
ing on marram grass in the evening. 
Ere I close the record of this holiday, a thoroughly enjoyable 
one, despite the malicious efforts of the elements, let me give one 
word of advice to entomologists who think of visiting Hunstanton. 
Don’t go to the new town, known as 8t. Edmunds, Hunstanton, but 
go to Old Hunstanton. St. Edmunds is a rising, half-finished seaside 
resort, with the usual parade, pier, and minstrels. It is very modern, 
and the houses, built for the most part of a locally quarried stone of 
rust red hue, called carr stone, remind one of those weird edifices 
that I have hitherto only seen on the lid of the box of child’s bricks 
“ made in Germany.” Last, but not least, it is about a mile and a 
half from the best sugaring ground. On the other hand, the old 
town, though nearly a couple of miles from the station, is a quiet 
little village within a few minutes’ walk of the most excellent collect¬ 
ing ground. 
