We were stopped in our tracks today when out walking the dogs this morning by a stoat, it was no more than 30 feet from us happily playing around in the undergrowth and jumping over dead branches, at one point it even came running towards us, stood up and seemed to be watching us as we were watching him.
It reminded me of the many times I spent sat watching stoats chase about and play at a place called St Martins Church in Lowthorpe, fascinating little creatures.
We have often seen there footprints in the mud or snow so it was lovely to finally actually see one and spend time observing it.