What was that?
I’m lying in bed watching Nick Broomfield’s “aileen”, when I hear this squeaking and crying. I opened the window and heard it again, and saw the reeds which grow right by the house moving and heard undergrowth crashing. Dashed downstairs, and we watched the progress of it, at rapid pace, make its way down the border, all that was left where I had first spotted it, was a rather scared looking frog. Too quick for Hedgepig, and too noisy for a cat could it be a fox perhaps? Ooh er.