I went outside more or less as soon as it was dark because last night there was the most spectacular night in the sky with the Perseids meteor showers, which was basically loads of shooting stars, and I wanted to see as many as possible. I also saw the International Space Station going over again just after 10pm, plus a couple of other satellites. I saw more than 10 meteors/shooting stars, it was fantastic. We had the best night for ages here, completely clear skies, warm, no wind. So I got a bit of neck ache, and decided to come in and grab a drink about 10.30 and take a look from the front garden instead of the back. As I came past my shed heading to the back door, I trod on something. I knew instantly what it was, and in order to avoid falling arse over tit, I stumbled, and then kicked it as well. It was a hedgehog. God I was gutted. I ran in and got the torch and a towel, and picked it up, and it was a small one, not one of my normal three, no markings. It had rolled into a ball of course and I didn't know if I'd injured it. I got a dish of food and put the poor little devil in my guinea pig run outside, because I wanted to make sure it could walk okay before I just let it go. I kept checking about every 5 minutes and after about 20 mins, he or she was moving freely round, looking for an escape route! Phew! I put him back where I got him from, and he legged it very quickly back up the garden. I marked it on the rear end with a kinda t-shape mark, and I shall call it Titch, but I doubt I shall see it again anyway!
I ended up staying out till about 12.40 am but then had to call it a night, my neck was agony from looking upright. A lot of folk on the forum I go on actually were laying out on loungers, which would have been a better idea. They were still out at 5 am some of them!