Harry Mac has not been communing with the woods now for about 5 weeks and it's killing me.
The wife had an operation on her foot on 13 May and has been in plaster ever since. This has effectively put me in the position of cook, child minder, driver, cleaner, teasmaid and bottle washer and put an end to my stalking until she gets the pot off.
Only another 3 weeks to go and I'll be crawling through the leaf litter again. Should be just in time for the roe rut; provided it's all healed properly.