‘Is that a bat?’ said my partner, as I fumbled with a key to open the front door. He was looking down at a wooden board used to edge our front flowerbed. Although the light was fading fast, a tiny furry bundle of something was definitely hanging by its feet from the ledge. I squatted […]
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