Dungrunting

No, I don't know either. This I spotted in the wood during the daily walk*. First thought was there might be a pig lurking somewhere, but there is no fencing of any sort, and any pig worth its rations would be halfway to Inverness by now. So you have to think, kids. But whose? And how and why there?

Unless it's the pixies of course. That's a possibility.

*The daily walk. Since March last year I had already gone down two trouser sizes, and yesterday, when I took the belt out of my jeans, they fell off. Not necessarily a pretty sight. But it just shows what walking and a bit of weightlifting can do.