Like so many husbands across the length and breadth if merry England, I mowed the lawn last week-end. I wonder just how many others were accompanied by a stowaway such as this splendid toad who stayed in his chosen place for much of the hour or so it took.
In case you missed him in the first picture as I did.
So attached he became to ‘his’ motor vehicle that he spent the following night under it keeping his head down and so escaping a second decapitating chez Mileham.
My wife’s famous Ginger plant.
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