This morning was our monthly Coffee Morning - a chance to catch up with friends and have a chat. The weather is bright, sunny and extremely windy - we were nearly blown away just getting from the car and into the Village Hall.
Coffee, biscuits and chat and then home for lunch (lamb kebabs on a bed of rice, olives and peas followed by local strawberries and cream).
Over lunch the farmer told me a tale from the Auction Mart yesterday. His cousin's daughter, who lives over in the Lakes, kept hearing tiny scratchy feet in the attic (I would call it a false roof) above her bedroom. She found this a bit scary and hoped it would go away but it didn't; in fact it became a lot of scratchy feet rather than what just sounded like one set of feet! Time to call in Pest Control she thought - pretty certain that rats had taken up residence.
The Pest Controller put up his ladder and ventured into the false roof - and guess what he found? Not rats or mice at all, but a stoat with a nest of little ones. She hissed at the sight of him and he withdrew tactfully, leaving them to it.
Apparently stoats are not on their list of 'pests to be dealt with', so she has to leave it there until the stoat has reared her young and they have departed. Then she can try and find out how they got in and seal it up so that there isn't a second brood.