The day after the parade

We nipped into Bantry this morning, a few chores to do, but it was most sociable and everyone was in there, delighting in the fact that it wasn't raining. Unless it's absolutely lashing the weather in Ireland is usually considered lovely or grand. The square seemed to be littered with squashed pumpkins and I liked how the drowning one mimicked the orange of the very jolly food tent. 
Other than that we did a quick yomp round the circuit but hadn't gone far when we met Pippa who was distressed to have found a hedgehog stuck under a cattle grid in the entrance to Graham's place. It was still alive but tightly curled into a ball. Himself went home to get some gloves and a frying pan with which we hoisted him up, but the spaces were too tight to get him through without causing him damage. We placed him back gently and PIppa promised to ring the animal welfare people for advice. Once so common, hedgehogs have now hit the endangered lists.
We're watching The Diplomat so well done but I suspect diplomats are muttering darkly everywhere. Or maybe not. Who knows?