which would you choose?
Del boy Peckham
The Garden of England's
I think you know exactly
what I'm going to say...
Part of my early morning routine is to
'mighty-nightie' clad wander up to the new pond
and take tea with the frogs.
Er... there is one small problem...
I can creep, I can commando-like slither
belly through the grass, but
I can never spot them.
This morning no different...
passing the galvanised feed trough
a hugh plop is heard...
'Well, slapper my thigh!
They're only back in the gloom!'
Miffed, I walk away passing the
clear, clear fragrant water of the new pond,
the sun positively making it sparkle.
I feel a blog coming on...
I'll limbo-dance back and catch
the culprit sitting smugly awaiting his publicity shots
for his starring role on the blog.
Camera in hand I make my way back only to find...
a smallish hedgehog sat right in
the middle of the lawn.
All suddenly brightens in Lin's little corner of England.
my dulcet tones reverberate around the Weald.
Carefully he picks it up and places it just by the new stumpery.
Frogs forgotten I stand and wait.
A few minutes later it uncurls itself and smartly walks
behind the biggest stump.
Since Lettice died I've needed something to love:
I've had an animal-shaped hole in my heart.
Could this little scrap, heal the prickles of
my hurting heart?