Today I made my annual pilgrimage across the county to Lottisham to mow a charming little wildflower meadow.

I’m sure it looks absolutely magnificent in midsummer: unfortunately, as with most of these artificial meadows, by the time I come to mow it’s predominantly brown and dry.

In previous years I’ve come across an assortment of wildlife in this meadow, especially frogs, but today it was just one little mouse in the lee of the wall. Maybe I’m getting slower in my old age!