Just back from a bit of a jog – only the second this year. Testing out the dodgy knee which seems fine so far.
Fabulously fine evening with an almost full moon, bright stars in the west and my jogging route a trail of fragrances from sweet-smelling flowering bushes – starting with our Viburnum burkwoodii which is covered in ghostly white globular flower clusters and going on to the scented shrubs and growing in other people’s gardens and the acidic smell of conifers.
Five rabbits were nibbling the short grass under the street lights. Three fled into the shadows but two remained, sitting unconcerned as I passed on the other side of the road.
A shadow moved by the wall to my left and it was a hedgehog. It stopped dead but didn’t curl up. Just waited for me to go. But I didnt. I stayed. It was me or the hedgehog. Finally the hedgehog got bored, raised itself on it’s thin short legs and ran – and I mean ran! – along the wall and vanished under a hedge.
The hedgehog gave me a bit of a breather. When I got home, I felt I could have probably done a bit more but no need to push things too far.
So nice being out, though. No traffic. No people. Just me, the moonlight and the creatures of the night, disappearing into the pools of shadow.