A quiet evening after the cloud and rain of this morning.
Out in the Orchard for our evening Filling up of Beakers, we saw the beautiful crescent moon peeking in and out through the trees. It's an awesome and eerie sight, is a crescent moon.
We'd thought it would be suitably romantic, in view of the youth of the season, to take part in the service in bare feet. And so we ran barefoot across the lawn to the Assembly. And lovely it was, to feel the earth beneath your feet. The sort of thing our ancient ancestors, close to nature and the secrets of the Earth, would have done. Until they discovered shoes. However, the evening drew in as the service progressed. And stumbling back through the trees in the twylight, Gwennifer trod on that hedgehog.
Well, I've not heard such language since Drayton's wife Marjorie caught him succumbing to temptation with that pack of wine gums. We've sent Gwennifer off to get some jabs to be on the safe side. And we've checked the hedgehog out. Physically it seems fine. Psychologically we're not so sure, but then how do you know if a hedgehog's suffering from psychological trauma? It's wandering around on the grass looking confused, but I suspect that's just normal for a hedgehog.
They didn't discover shoes, they discovered hedgehog slippers... ;)
ReplyDeleteThat's got to be Rosa Klebb's leisure footwear of choice.
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