One suspects that, like pigeons, rats and algae, fungus are (collectively) species that ultimately benefit from dealing with the wastes of humanity. There may be more than we suspect of these little colonies, awaiting the moment to launch the takeover.
These are the steps leading down past our allotment, which is on the right, behind the hedge. This porcelain figurine took up residence there a few months ago, thanks to persons unknown, and now seems quite at home. I’m saying it’s Beatrix Potter’s Mrs. Tiggywinkle, but C says: “that’s not a hedgehog, it’s a cat. Or a bear.” Well, whatever: none of these species wear clothes and carry around watering cans, but that’s anthropormorphism for you I suppose.
This staircase-cum-alleyway leads down the side of our allotment (which sits behind the hedge to the right). It’s a lot steeper than it looks on this photograph, and a tiring climb which is probably why this cat is doing the sensible thing and just chilling. After a very busy – and mentally confusing – week for me, I know how it feels; I did as little as possible today.
