There was some signs of movement inside this tent this morning. It was down the bank in the woods, at the place where I fished out all the rubbish the other day. Goodness knows how they managed to sleep last night, drunk probably. I wonder if they pitched it at the top of the bank and it slid down to the bottom during the night, ha ha, that would be funny.
I potted up some more seeds this afternoon, Henry was mooching around the garden. I think he must have disturbed my resident frog, as it suddenly appeared. Looks a bit fat I wonder if it's pregnant. I always have a few frogs, strange though because I don't have a pond. Perhaps they come out at night and take a dip in the frying pan/bird bath on the lawn.