What has happened to the lawn?
It couldn’t claim to be a bowling green. That would be quite an ask, on such a damp and shady site. But it’s never looked as bad as this before.
Suddenly it’s full of holes and got that way in the space of a day.
We had a trip out last week and didn’t get back until dark.
The next morning, whilst drying my hair, by chance I glanced out of the window.
Squirrels? Even by their standards they’d have had to be going it some.
I saw Mike go out for a closer look.
Big holes. Big feet. Slip sliding around in the mud.
His first thought was a hunt. We’ve had hounds running across the garden before, but never the horses as well. And surely, that’s against the rules?
Along with a friend from the village Mike went off tracking.
The lawn is in three sections, every bit churned up.
They found the same big footprints right through the woodland, down by the river and back up to the raised beds.
Where whatever animal it was had clearly stopped for a snack.
Outside the garden we inspected the fences and found a potential hole.
Plus a further line of tracks that extends across two fields.
What do you reckon?
I’m thinking cow..