And I shall call him* ... Branston PRickle

I can't convey just how chuffed I am at having a hedgehog in my tiny urban front garden. I have lots of plants, providing food and shelter, but most of those around are either paved or mainly lawn.

After spotting him* at the weekend, I've been putting out a teaspoonful of meat every night, hoping to tempt him back, and last night succeeded. So just after midnight, you had the sight of me precariously balanced on the window sill, hanging half out of the window, with some (rapidly-defrosted) mince in one hand and the camera in another!

*And should my nocturnal visitor prove to be a lady hog, henceforth she shall be known as Prickalilli.