Stoating

Tess and I were perambulating in a Northerly direction up the loke, when out of the hedge tumbles a bundle of stoats!

They rolled about and appeared to be playing football with a stone at one point. Tess wants to join in, two of them scarper, but the third, Eric, just sits down in the road and eyeballs the two of us, before scratching himself and ambling after his chums.