Bog Myrtle & Peat

Worth mentioning that my insanely frustrating game of cat and mouse with the local fox cubs continues. They appear frequently enough for me to be at constant red alert, but infrequently enough for me to have lost my concentration when they do appear. Despite the fact that I am always carrying a shotgun at the moment, I still seem to find myself unarmed just at the crucial point when that dark smear in the moss resolves into a face with blue eyes and pointed ears.

In the meantime, the only thing I have been able to accurately point is my camera – I hope that this picture (above) will serve as a permanent reminder to me that, while photographs are all very well, a shotgun cartridge is better.

I must admit that, as soon as I had taken this picture and the cub had vanished into the rushes, I swore heartily.