October 11th – Still, not everyone hates it. Near the top of Shire Oak Hill, my lights picked up a familiar silhouette: that of a toad sat on the footpath, nose as high as he could get it, enjoying the rain on his skin, motionless. He was having a ball.

He made me smile, if nothing else. He seems to be smiling, too.

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I told the truth - but told it bent. Wandering around bemused and ranty since 2007. View all posts by BrownhillsBob