A Welcome Visitor.

When I came back from the walk tonight, I spotted a round something on a part of the lawn usually notable for being entirely devoid of round things. It was a hedgehog, of course, and it trotted away when I caught it in the light of the torch. Can you believe that’s the first hedgehog I’ve seen since I moved back to the countryside eleven years ago? They hibernate, you know; I just checked. And it occurred to me that the phrase ‘hibernate in the winter’ is a tautology.