I'm not usually in the Beechen Cliff area on a Monday night, but it was my singing evening. A few of us get together to sing old rock 'n' roll numbers - anything we can harmonise to. Choir isn't the correct collective noun; it's more of a bunch of friends having a good time singing. Last night, the venue was Bear Flat, which means, afterwards, walking home down the steps through Beechen Cliff woods.
Just after ten last night, there was still a bit of light in the sky, but dark enough for the badgers to be out. I could hear quite a bit of scuffling. Every time I moved, of course, the noise stopped. They were listening to me as much as I was listening to them. I didn't think I'd see any, until I got to the end of the steps. A badger was sitting right there. Practically on the spot where I have one on the front cover of my book. It didn't hang about for long, of course. Gave me a bit of an old-fashioned look and waddled off - in no great hurry.
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