Today I have jumped around the compass a bit because there is an exciting, and rare, sighting to be recorded.
Yvonne, my housekeeper, and I were just finishing a cup of tea each before she went to her next job, when out of the corner of my eye I spotted amongst the Ox-Eye Daisies a flash of brown fur scuttling along the top of the flood-bank, brick wall. Then there was another, and another, and another young stoat. I expressed my delighted surprise, for it's years since I've seen a whole family, but of course they had soon disappeared in the direction of the river. Nevertheless, Yvonne jumped up, and was equally delighted to be able to tell me that she had just seen all four of them rush down the steps towards the east doorway, before they disappeared along the front of the Cottage. She could clearly see the black tip of their tails*, which answers a question I have had when I'm wondering if I have seen a weasel or a young stoat, for weasels don't have a black tip on their tail.
* These tails are used to make Ermine.
The name Ermine is often seen in and around Lincoln, because of its connection with the Roman occupation, but in case you don't know about the fur product Ermine, and wish to know more, here is some information and photographs of stoats taken from Wikipedia: