Having found the hard way just how sharp a hedgehog’s spines are I managed to evict this creature from the caravan awning at the weekend and set him free in a more natural environment with a belly full of dog food.
It was only after he’d gone that I realised my unwelcome guest had defecated on my Union Jack leading me to suspect that he was a Scottish ctivist hedgehog with radical political views
Sunset over the Blackwater, with the Bradwell power station in the distance. Golden light abounds during the summer evenings here. an opportunity not to be missed if you happen to be out walking and have a camera to hand.
The countryside seems to have thus far escaped the Health and Safety Nazis in that around the Backstreets of the darkest corners of Essex, you can still find the traditional method of keeping your sheep in one field and your crops in another. The longer they stay away from England’s green and pleasant Land, seen here on the Dengie peninsular the better the world will be.