napping

Mr Vole, my nearest neighbour, takes a nap in unseasonably warm sunshine on my garden seat. Truth is, he must be very old, and, as I can testify, napping becomes a preoccupation for the aged.

I stayed long enough for him to realise I was there, whereupon he hopped away into a safer place.

 

... But see more recent photos for a sad epilogue.

Done