...by the colour of its stoat.
Whilst grabbing a short run this morning, between downpours, I was privileged to see a weasel from quite close quarters just across the road from Albert's. It was in the undergrowth on the eastern side of the road and kept moving along in front of me wanting to cross to Albert's side. I stopped and it plucked up courage to cross over and disappeared into a garden. My best ever sighting of this smallest of Brtain's carnivores.
This reminded me that I had seen a hare a couple of weeks ago up near Scotsman's Stump. At the time it occured to me that if I had arranged to see t'Y the day after, using TLoB's vernacular, it would have been a case of "hare today, Goon tomorrow" ouch!
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