Litter picking was not as wet as I expected, but there was a good quantity, and our sacks soon got heavy as everything was sodden.
We found a tiny hedgehog, way too small to survive the winter at just over 200 g, so I carried him to a guy we know who rescues them, ( it fitted in the palm of my hand).
Then I called by some old school friends to witness some signatures, and have a good chat and cuppa, and have cuddles with their dog.
Back home, to strip off and shower and wash all my clothes, ( the hedgehog had lots of fleas that appeared once he had warmed up!).
I tried to do chores in the afternoon but I kept getting sidetracked.
H and S returned from Devon.