Wild ones.

St Albanite Graham, heritage planner and artist extraordinaire, sent us a reminder of what's to come, rendering our sand shadows in driftwood. Meanwhile, when Tess later headed off into the darkness to guides, she'd not even reached the back gate when she was stopped in her tracks by a frog in a hurry, as I was swooped on by a bat on a mission, while we all simultaneously jumped out of our skin as the hedgehog triumphantly launched itself out from under the Acer tree. It was a co-ordinated attack worthy of a David Attenborough slow motion voice over. Punked by Mr Prickles.

The nichts are fairly dra'in' in.