This snipe fly (possibly Rhagio scolopaceus) came to sit on my hand while I was watching butterflies flit about in a field, and then posed nicely for photos. I wondered if it was my skin cream that had attracted it – it’s described as coconut, which means, to local insects, I smell like a walking Gorse bush. But then a Twitter friend replied to my post with a photo of the same species of snipe fly perched on his Tesco-washing-powder-smelling shirt, which blew my theory out the water. Maybe snipe flies just like hitching a ride.