Meditations on mice and men

WHAT we laughably call our garden is so overgrown with every kind of ‘weed’, from ragged robin to red campion to tutsan and sanicle, all in flower, that it must be home to countless creatures such as shrews, wood mice, hedgehogs and stoats.

The latter we see perhaps twice a year. Recently, we have been visited by young rabbits from a nearby field, where they abound, and a young fox, perhaps in pursuit of them. We do not see wood mice but I’m sure they are there.