Today was an odd day. It ought to have been an ordinary day at work, but instead, I had to drive my younger daughter back to her University house in Southampton after she had a spell at home recovering from a nasty bout of illness. This meant a drive of 3.5-4 hours each way including rest/coffee breaks with a short spell tag the house helping her settle back in (and buying some food in the supermarket). Now I am home, replenished by a microwave chicken jal frezi curry, but feeling a bit zonked out and looking forward to an evening of mindless television watching (‘Eat Well For Less’, ‘The Apprentice’). However, the day had one really great element – on the way to Southampton, somewhere in the middle of the journey, in Dorset, one of these little fellows (or fellowesses) sprinted across the road in front of us, fortunately making it all the way to the other side intact:
I am wracking my brain, and can only recall one clear memory of having seen a weasel before, years and years ago whilst cycle touring. On that occasion I got a better view as I was closer and moving more slowly but I still got a real thrill from seeing today’s sprinting weasel flash across the road in front of me. Sadly, I have no way of knowing whether he/she went ‘pop’!
Tim O'Hare 