14 January 2019

Heading towards the garage before first-light this morning, I spotted something dark and squat on the back lawn. My eyes strained through the gloom, but I couldn’t make out any details. My initial thought was bloody cat, but it was a bit too big for a cat. A badger, perhaps? If only!

I edged closer. I still couldn’t make it out. It wasn’t moving. It must have seen me.

And then the security light came on.

I found myself face-to-face with an errant snow-shovelful of leaves from yesterday’s leaf-flinging escapade.

By Richard Carter

Richard Carter is a writer and photo­grapher living in Hebden Bridge, West Yorkshire. Website · Facebook · Twitter · Newsletter · Book

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