Last year I dedicated much of my May to meeting Geoff - aka Alabonia geoffrella. After a week's worth of unrequited outings, I succeeded. Thereafter, I seemed to bump into Geoff wherever I went - particularly once I had sussed what seemed to be its habitat requirements: brambles fresh and dead, sometimes with nettles, under the shelter of trees (but not necessarily in woodland). Recently, Will and I have been talking of the imminence of National Geoff Week - and then he and Sarah went and found the first local one this year. This morning, I rose early and headed out before homeschooling started. To my rapture, I was rewarded with at least four wondrous Geoffs - presumably all males and all dancing in a (rough) low figure of eight. What a moth.