So there I was, on my allotment as dusk fell, having had a pretty good afternoon involving some cultivating, some planting, som burning, and most notably, two cups of lovely jasmine tea with water boiled in the kelly kettle.
After all that, I felt like I needed, well you know… a comfort break. And hey, male urine is good for compost, so I wandered on over to my compost heap and proceeded to boost the nitrogen content a bit.
But just as I hit mid flow – what should happen? A mouse popped out of the compost heap and stared at me.
Now I’m all for wildlife friendly gardening, and providing various habitats for creatures, but I’m not keen on this mouse in the compost thing, especially when it comes to interupting what ought to be a very straightforward flow activity.