livin libido low

It has been a lovely sunny peaceful sunday morning. I was relaxing enjoying the delicious hot water and soft white bubbles of my bath when it happened. Time was my own, there was no rush like there is on a weekday morning. Lifting my right leg out of the water to rest my foot on the side of the bath and slid my hand down between my thighs.

Using my finger I pressed, rubbed and flicked but nothing happened, I was willing myself to climax. Nothing I did helped, there was no sign of arousal. I was thinking about this and the way I have been feeling lately. I have been feeling a lack of arousal. My recent lack of sex has not bothered me, if anything it has been more of a relief.

In the next couple of days I will be alone at home for a whole night whilst my remaining children are away from home. This would be an ideal time to invite either Karl or Dave to spend time alone with me in my home. It would be an ideal time to christen my bed. No man has been in my bed since I bought it 2.5 years ago. Yet I have not mentioned to either of them that this opportunity has arisen. Neither have I told Fred who I know would love to see me again. (He has been leaving me offline messages recently making it clear that if I had not been away last week he wanted to see me).

I have concluded that my libido is currently rock bottom. I don’t know how I can change that.

A question for Fred

It has been a while since I last thought about Fred. I have not seen him since January, although we have chatted online maybe half a dozen times since then. As I was making my way home from work trying to concentrate on the rush hour traffic all around me, I looked up at the hill to where Cougar has one of his offices, the place he go to when he wants peace to work. The place with the big red leather couch (he calls it his casting couch). I have been contemplating paying him a visit this week. I won’t be having any unexpected visits after work from Karl so it would be easy to take the high road instead of the motorway and stop off for a cuppa and whatever else is on offer. I know that Cougar is leaving it to me to decide when to visit……he doesn’t think I will. Anyway my mind then wandered off from the idea of visiting Cougar to thinking about Fred. Now that he has sold his house and is living with friends it has made it near enough impossible for us to meet up.

When I first began seeing him (several years ago now) I wasn’t working and he visited me in my home whilst my kids were at school and his work took him out of the office. Then I started working and there was a long spell when we didn’t see each other, that had as much to do with a change in the dynamics of our relationship and I wasn’t able to trust myself to see him, as it was to do with the logistics of it. When I began going to his place in the evenings it worked for us until he sold his house, changed job and moved across the water. Fred will always have a special place in my heart. He is an excellent kisser and just about the only guy in my world these days who is able to give me a good fuck. ( I miss him for his mind and his body). Because it is not easy to see each other currently I tend not to think about him……I have enough going on with Karl, Dave and Cougar (even if that doesn’t involve a lot of satisfying sex). I don’t know why I had begun thinking about him, in my mind I was trying to work out how we could possibly get it together unless he was willing to get a hotel room.

Have you ever had those experiences when you think about someone and the phone rings and its them? Well it was less than 2 hours later I had just logged onto my computer and there was Fred. He wanted to ask my advice and was hoping to catch me online ………….not difficult as I am here most evenings at some point or other. It seems that he has been chatting to a woman who wants to meet him for sex only. Lucky guy you might be thinking, but he is having second thoughts. It isn’t the sex only bit that is worrying him, after all that’s what we were doing (if you don’t include the 4 yrs of friendship that went before during and after it). It isn’t her age (I really don’t remember him telling me that he fantasizes about older women). It isn’t her size (I am hardly a stick and he loves my body).

She has stipulated that there is to be no anal …………although we discussed it we never actual did get around to trying anal sex so that is not a problem. She has also decreed no oral sex. Now I thought he meant none at all. But she is more than happy for him to eat her out but she will not go down on him. He is not sure how he feels about this. Knowing how much he enjoys me sucking his cock especially when done to completion I am not sure he would be happy doing all the giving and not receiving much back. He has such a lovely cock I don’t know how any woman could resist sliding her mouth over it. The hours I have enjoyed teasing him with my tongue, licking and sucking, she must be mad.

So my question to you guys if you were Fred would you be happy to meet this woman knowing in advance that she will not give you a blow job but does expect you to eat her out?

Ladies would you be able to resist this lovely cock, Its a nice length ……..plently of length to lick, a decent girth to wrap your tongue around, not so big that it stretches your mouth but big enough to feel your mouth satisfyingly full. No leisions nothing at all that would put you off. Nice smooth balls just the right size to pop into your mouth for a good suck.

It really is a pity that the one day Fred is available for some daytime fun I shall be on a plane heading away for a few days. Because right now I would love to feel his lips on mine, his fingers tangled in my hair and his legs wrapped around mind as we re-aquaint each other with the body we each know so well. He has also expressed his disappointment that I won’t be around as he would uch rather see me. Maybe one day we will manage it.

Confession time (the vicar’s fault)

Confession time had arrived, the moment Penny had been dreading was here. There was no pretending it hadn’t happened, the evidence was there in plain sight. Penny could feel her face heating up with embarrassment, she wanted to hide behind her coat but she knew this was going to be something she would have to face. She would have to live with the consequences of her error, it was her weakness that had led to this.

Taking her time to look around the room, biting her lip, staring unseeingly at the posters on the walls of this small room. The wooden chair uncomfortable, but more so than usual today. The light but fir touch on her arm brough Penny back to the here and now.

How is the dancercise class was going ? You are still going every week I take it

yes

and your increased medication how is that going?

Thats ok I increased them just the way you told me to. I’m now on 2 tablets twice a day no problem. I found that setting an alarm to go off in the evenings helps remind me to take the second dose.

Right but you don’t seem to be losing any weight, is there a problem sticking to the diet.

Errmm yes it’s ummm not easy especially since………..

…….since what Penny?

Since the vicar…..

The vicar?

Yes its all the vicar’s fault

What on earth did the vicar do?

He reminded me how wonderful they are
It isn’t often that a vicar makes me salivate

I can see you are finding this hard but unless you tell me I can’t help you.

I was out shopping for salad and yoghurts to take to work for lunch when I found myself in search of them……….I couldn’t help it…….I wouldn’t have done it if it wasn’t for him. Then once I had given in the first time it happened again and again every time I went. Then I would dash home to pop them in the oven for a few minutes before splitting them open adding a knob of sunflower spread.

What?

There is nothing more heavenly than a warm cheese scone with melting butter dripping down your chin.

Laughing the diabetic nurse assured Penny that is all it was she could find a recipe for low fat scones and she could make her own but not to have too many.

When Wet is too wet

If you didn’t know by now I am an avid reader of blogs like Yummy’s. But apart from that I also chat online quite often with various male friends. (I am not including either Dave of Karl in this). I read about women giving themselves orgasms at work and various other places. Some of the men I chat to including Blogger, Fred, Sebastian and Nigel expect me to be doing the same as Yummy does.

Ok so I have been known to have orgasms in a variety of places and sometimes it take nothing more than a kiss or touch from my lover of the moment. I love to have orgasms al fresco.

But to have a surreptitious orgasm when I am out and about in public or at my desk at work is just not possible. Ok so it would be possible, There are times I could easily give myself an orgasm without anybody suspecting ……………until I stand up.

I don’t even need to have an orgasm, it only takes me to be slightly aroused and I feel the heat running between my thighs ….literally. There are times when I am so aroused that I don’t even know I am making myself and anything I am sitting or standing on soaking wet. I can’t even have an impromptu orgasm in my own home without getting a folded town to put under me, that kind of takes the edge of it being impromptu.

This is why I say that giving myself orgasms in public is not possible, it is possible just not possible to do without giving myself away.

Can anyone help me to find a way of having an orgasm without getting so wet? I know that guys love that I get so wet but it does become a nuisance at times. It also prevents me from having illicit fun without worrying that I will leave a wet mess behind.

Because he’s a man

Is it because he is a man that he thinks this way?

It is only a matter of weeks since his wife told him she knew what he had been up to. She had got someone to do a search of his computer while he was out. She had suspected that he was messing about with other women. Apparently they found evidence of his meeting other women (I don’t know how far back this went) but they didn’t find anything about the two of us (he says). There were days of tears and heart to heart talks. He admitted that due to the way things were at home he was going elsewhere to find sex. His freedom to come and go has been reduced (understandably). There has been an increase in family events (showing a united front ~ that’s my guess).

At the start of this week he asked me what I was doing on Friday night. She is going out for a girly night and wouldn’t be home until Saturday. During the week I asked him what the plan was, maybe he was expecting to stay here (not very likely with my teenagers in the house). Perhaps he was thinking of booking a hotel room for the night……..lets hope he wasn’t expecting me to spend the night at his home.

We went out for a meal (very nice it was too) then driving back he said he had to go home to take a tablet he had forgotten to take with him. He parks up in his drive, gets out asking if I was coming in. No I’m ok here (he’s only going to be a minute so no point). He was literally only a minute (I counted) and we drove off to my place which is only about a mile away.

Once my youngest had ‘gone to bed’  after chatting to us for a while, we got down to being intimate. Kissing, cuddling, fondling, licking and sucking etc. It was very nice but didn’t go as far as I would have liked.  we were both very tired after a hectic working week. He went home at about midnight, the red wine I had drunk ensured that I was asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

Last night we chatted on msn. He mentioned that he ad invited me into his home but been refused. He thought that it had been obvious that in asking me if I was coming in he was offering his home for us to have some fun in private. I had to explain to him that I couldn’t go into his house. (I have stayed there about half a dozen times in the last 17 months). I would not have been able to relax, I would have been paranoid that every sound was his wife coming home.  He replied that she had been out for the night and only came home mid afternoon.

Now maybe it’s because I am a woman that I felt uncomfortable with the idea of having sex in his wife’s home when she is less than 10 miles away. (on previous occasions she has been out of the country). Maybe it is because she now knows that he has been playing away from home. Maybe it is because I was married to a control freak who monitored my every move.

Especially as it has only been weeks since the fall out of his sexual life, I don’t understand why she is trusting him to behave while she is out. Wouldn’t she have rung the home phone to check he was there and when there was no answer wouldn’t she have rung his mobile. Wouldn’t she have been tempted to go home to make sure he was there (alone). If I was his wife I would be checking up on him more than she seems to be doing. I don’t know if that is because I am a woman or because that is the way my husband behaved (I was not playing a way and never did until I divorced him).

I said that she must trust him to behave………….his reply was that he had behaved himself………we didn’t have full sex. He believes that it is not sex if it is not full penetrative sex. Therefore he is behaving himself. I seriously doubt that his wife would see it that way. If my partner (I should be so lucky) had his cock in another woman’s mouth or his fingers/tongue in another woman’s pussy, I would not say……. that’s ok darling ,you were not having full sex, I accept that you were behaving yourself :). No if I ever found out that my partner was even kissing and cuddling another woman let alone indulging in oral sex (the clue is in the name …….oral SEX) I would definitely make my feelings known.

It would probably be the end of the relationship, either because I would end it there and then or because I would become a paranoid nightmare. Checking on him constantly that he was where he was meant to be and not with some floosie he was having sex with (I don’ t include myself under the title of floosie) and drive him away anyway.

So is it a typical male view that sex is only really sex if it includes full penetration?

I wonder if he would feel the same way if it was his wife who was doing what we do (with another guy) I suspect he would be very angry. I suspect he makes the rules to fit his own agenda. There is a lot of bravado when he is challenged, he will do what he wants and see who he wants and if she doesn’t like it tough!

I have long thought that he is very arrogant in the way he conducts his private life. He was bound to get caught out eventually. He thinks nothing of having a text conversation with me during a family meal. He wasn’t bothered about chatting to me in the pub when his wife was no more than 4′ away.

None of the other married men I have known have been so blazé about their sexual lives outside their marriage.

I don’t understand how a man can contemplate having sex with another woman in the home he shares with his wife especially if he still loves his wife. Certainly not in her bed (in this case she has a double bed while he has a single bed).

Maybe it is just me who thinks this way ……….after all I am having sex with her husband so why worry about using her home or even her bed too.

The lightest of touches

Crouching on the sofa, one foot on the floor the other at the back of the seat. A folded towel on the seat under me I bowed over his cock sucking and teasing. Licking at his balls restraining myself from sucking each of his balls into my mouth (I know he finds that painful). I could just about feel his fingers touching my lips just short of my clit. He was working blind under the red cloth of my long skirt.

It was hard to concentrate on his delicious cock as I tried to move so that his fingertips touched just where I ached to be touched. He was getting sooooo close, occassionally grazing the target with the lightest of touches. My pussy was on fire, I sucked harder needing so much to have the first orgasm of the night. He tells me that I am squirting like a goodun. His hand is soaked. I take his fingers into my mouth licking them clean, he stands presenting his cock at face level as I settle back into the arm of the sofa.

Gazing up at his face I see that he has half an ear to the door listening for movement upstairs, ready to grab his jeans if anyone came downstairs. My cunt is still aching for that first orgasm when he sits between my thighs telling me to lie back. Still his fingers explore my pussy but with the lightest of touches. This is torture when I want him inside me. I am about to beg him to lick me when he kisses my inner thigh……..heaven he is going to answer my silent prayer without me saying a word. But it isn’t his tongue it is his fingers that enter my pussy. Ok he is just warming me up, first he will work me into a frenzy with his fingers then he will treat me to his wonderful tongue stroking me where I most need it. When I have had enough of his tongue bringing me to great heights of orgasm I shall get him to sit upright while I swing my leg over his lap lowering myself onto his cock so that we can cum together.

But what happens?

He plunges his fingers into my pussy and within seconds I have become so hyper sensitive that I can bear his touch for a mere few seconds only before I am ckawing at his arm pulling his hand away. All that anticipation and before we get to the best part I am begging him to stop!!

I can’t believe my body could betray us both like that. I had wanted this soo much that when the action started to get going properly My body slammed on the brakes………….how dare my body do that to us.

horny as fuck

It was a total suprise to receive this text……………..

Horny as fuck today lol xx

Aww did that make you think of me then lol x

yes x

Must be bad then x

Why x you are fab willing wanting enjoying it and always loved our time in bed x

lol x me too x

In the past I would not have been suprised to have received such a text from Fred but we have had hardly any comunication at all in the last 6 months. Since I last saw him he has sold his house, changed his job and now lodges with friends on the Island.

Later after I had been out but left my laptop on I found a message………..

Why are you at home in the middle of the day ?

We then had a long IM conversation (interestingly not mentioning sex). Other than when I mentioned that there have been a couple of occassions when I have had the house to myself but at too short notice to find anyone to visit me. I have promised to ask him next time it happens.

It wasn’t long after we finished chatting (he did have to do some work). That another window opened. Again I was asked what I was doing at home in the middle of the day………..don’t these guys think I deserve a day off from work now and again! Cougar was alone in his new purpose built office in an historical building up on a hill overlooking the city where his regular office is situated. While we were chatting recently he had told me to text next time I passed that way on my drive home from work. He would give me a tour round. This time he wanted to know why I hadn’t called in yet. I was keeping him guessing (I had actually decided that this would be the day). While we chatted I ran a bath telling him I had something to do but wouldn’t be long if he wanted to wait for me. He said he would wait unless he got a better offer.

Fresh from my bath I threw on a clean pair of jeans and a strappy top, telling him that he could show off his tea making skills. Just my luck he had to leave the office at 5.30 (hes usually there until approx 7pm) it was now 4.40 and it would take 15 mins  to get there if I was lucky with the traffic. Well 30 mins would be enough for a tour. It was 5pm when I swung through the gate, he was waiting for me. Climbing in beside me he directed me up the winding ramp taking us to the roof car park. I was suprised when I saw his modern office suite I had thought his office would be inside the original building.

Once the initial tour of the office was complete he took me outside to climb up to look over the wall. WOW the view was amazing from right up here. I love the views from the road that runs along the top of the hill but right up here was something special even though it wasn’t a clear day.

Back in his office we chatted about this and that nothing of any consequence. Apparently I gave him a ‘look’ and then laughed, I have no idea what ‘look’ I gave him……….(its not the first time I have been told that I do that). I think at the time I was thinking something along the lines of………..is this it then you over there me over here making small talk when you have such a great red leather couch just feet away. (he calls it his casting couch).

He takes me into his small kitchen to show me his fruit tea, that he could have made if we had had longer. We are now stood just inches apart still making small talk. During our IM conversations he had intimated that he wanted more than just chat. So here I was and nothing! I have been aware from early chats last year that he has women throwing themselves at him……….I vowed then that I would not do so. If anything is to happen between us he will have to make the first move. I will put myself in situations that allow him to make his move, but I won’t do it for him. He has to want me.

Walking back towards his office he turned took me in his arms and kissed me. He kissed me! This was not the quick goodbye kiss I usually get from him this was a kiss. No this was turning into a real snog. His arms around my back my arms around his neck our mouths sucking nibbling exploring each other’s lips. Tongues tentatively touching, he moves away from my lips to kiss and nuzzle my neck, biting gently making me tingle all over as in turn I am kissing his neck too. He is talking about the next time I visit and having more time, his hand has found its way inside my top to caress my left nipple. Pinching, pulling on my nipple enjoying my reaction to his touch. But now it is time for me to leave. Now that I know where he is he expects to see me in his office again soon. 30 mins wasn’t very long but it was long enough to ensure that he wants me but not enough time to give in to my own desires. Perfect timing I think. Next time I shall stay a little longer but I shall have to keep a tight reign on myself …………I don’t want to give myself  to him completely, I want him to take a little more from me each time until he can’t hold back any longer.

Last year I wrote that I want him to fuck me at least once, I still want that, but this is a test of my own will power, just thinking about him has got me feeling horny so this will be a real battle on my part.

Pecking Order

I hadn’t noticed it but it seems that my lovers have formed an unspoken pecking order …………..they have never met or had any kind of direct contact, yet they have both in their own way acknowledged their place in the pecking order.

Obviously they both know of each other, I don’t tell either of them what I do with the other. But if they ask what I am or have been doing on a certain evening I will say that I was seeing the other.

Last weekend Karl was away in the west country for the weekend he knew I was going to see Dave on saturday evening. He told me that he didn’t mind …………..just tell him not to bite!

Now I have been invited out socially with Karl this weekend. I happened to be chatting to Dave at the time, he said that if Karl can’t make it he would take me but I must ask Karl first. I told Karl about the invite, he can’t make it but said I should ask Dave to take me instead.

I was chatting to Blogger about this, he asked me if I have a pecking order for them in my mind and if so is it the same as theirs.

I have been seeing Karl for a year longer than Dave, I see and chat to Karl nearly every day one way or another, he is very much a good friend who does odd jobs for me and takes me out someties we also swing together.  Dave is a friend   too, we have great passionate and naughty sex, we have great conversation about a wider variety of topics. We go to swinging club together.

So I guess it is unanimous that Karl is my primary lover and Dave is a good secondary lover. They are both lovely guys and I care greatly about them both, they satisfy different needs in me, I am lucky to have them both.

I don’t know how long this will last. Dave who has recently become seperated (he was worried about being on his own at first) is beginning to get himself sorted out without me. He had a fun threesome earlier in the week whilst I was at work. However the other couple are looking forward to more fun including me. He is starting to stand on his own feet and won’t need me as much.

Karl told me last week that he loves me very deeply, he will always love me, he won’t let me get hurt. He has made arrangements that if anything happens to him I will be told by ‘certain people who know’. I care about him, I like him a lot, but love? no thats not on my agenda here. We really should make time to sit down and discuss what we both want/expect from this affair. He might like to say that we are not comitted but he should accept that we are having an affair. I know that what we have is not going to be enough for me in the long term, but neither do I want him to leave his wife for me.

Maybe this is why 2 other men have been in contact today, both re-igniting something  that has been dormant for months. Both letting me know that I am not forgotten, that I am desired.

Now that I have managed to write this post I can let go of some of the thoughts that have been circling in my mind all week preventing me from posting about what happened when I saw Dave last weekend.

But maybe the moment has gone and you don’t want to know what I got upto with Dave, after all our dates are so boring!

Sucked, licked, kissed, spanked and fucked

The first couple of hours of the party began in much the same way as the previous one. Drinking diet coke, eating nibbles that had been provided by our hosts, and of course sitting around in groups chatting. Dave had wandered off at around the time that the jacuzzi was uncovered. I thought perhaps he was going in but when I climbed the stairs to find the bathroom I found him loitering at the top of the stairs.

Together we made our way along the corridor that eventually leads to the stairs going down to the dungeon. But we didn’t get that far. Stopping at the first door we found two men and a woman playing together. They invited us to join them, Dave didn’t need asking twice, in the blink of an eye he was at the side of the bed with his trousers around his knees and his cock in Sally’s mouth. Burns had swung away from Sally and was now sitting on the end of the bed offering me his very long cock to play with.

I’m not sure how it happened but I was soon laid across the foot of the bed with Burns fingering my clit and now Larry who was playing with Sally’s pussy asked if he could play with my breast. He then asked what was the most men I had ever had playing with me at the same time?……………3 last sunday. Before I knew it I had Larry’s cock in my mouth and Dave and Burns were both attending to my pussy, fingering and licking. So for the second time in less than a week I had 3 men playing with me. Dave then went back to playing with Sally until she had enough and left shortly followed by Dave and Burns leaving me with Larry.

I spent the next hour or so alone with Larry. We did have an ever changing audience from time to time, some wanted to join in others just wanted to watch for a minute or two. We decided we didn’t want anyone else for a while. We were enjoying each other and didn’t need anyone else. We could have locked the door but chose not to. We  enjoyed kissing and cuddling as much as the sucking, fingering and licking.  He even gave my bum a spanking although he said it was against his nature(he was quite good once he got going). Once we felt we had been selfish enough Larry did invite another lady to join us but she said that she is strictly a one on one private person and was waiting for the room as it is the only lockable room now. We hadn’t realised and felt guilty that we had hogged the room for so long, which we continued to do for a while longer.

Before parting company (with an agreement to meet up again in a different room in a little while) we exchanged email addresses……………..

to be continued

communing with nature

We stood there in the isolated car park of a beauty spot we had visited several times before after a night out. A bird wooshed past us at eye level screeching as it went straight into the wooded area behind us. As we listened and peered into the foliage we heard it calling it’s warning. We heard the answering squeaks not far away. Was this a screech owl or perhaps the hawk we had seen as we looked out across the valley in the gathering dusk. Earlier we had watched the house martins swishing around in the blue sky above us while small heads peeped out of the nests under the eaves of the pub where we sipped our cold drinks at the end of a long day.

For ages we just stood there listening and looking, occasionally glimping a wing movement between the leaves, the calls and answering calls constantly moving. We realised that these calls of alarm would continue all the time we were a perceived threat. It was becoming chilly anyway stood in the shadows so we moved back into his van.

He had suprised me earlier by meeting me for a few minutes at lunchtime. We had a quick look through the photos that had been taken on his camera when we were having fun at the weekend. I had to laugh as we were flicking through (I had no idea I featured in so many) he kept saying …….thats definitely you. We had both taken pictures of each other but others had been taken by other people. There are some interesting shots in there including one of Alice just before she managed (to everyone’s amazement) to escape from the wrist restraints that had her shackled to the bed. I can’t wait to see  all those photos properly once he has uploaded them and emailed to me.

Anyway back to this secluded car park in the growing dusk. We chatted, we kissed, he fondled. I don’t know how it happened, really I don’t (after all I am usually such a good girl) but I found my hand cupping the bulge at the front of his jeans. Slipping my hand inside his waitband he told me that I wouldn’t get my hand in there. Ok it was a tught fit but a challenge is a challenge and I made sure I got my hand inside his pants for a feel of his warm bulge.  Cutting him in half by stretching his waistband to accomodate my arm he had no choice but to unbutton his fly. Who can blame me that once his erection was free I couldn’t resist stroking and fondling his hardness.

Reluctantly Karl got onto his knees to present himself to my mouth. We are both getting too old to play games in such a confined space (the reason we have not done this since last summer). Karl decided that he wanted to see if it would work if he stood outside my door and gave me his cock through the window. My guess that he isn’t tall enough for this proved to be correct. I opened the door to get a good grip on him. To prevent me from having to bend down to him he stood on the door sill holding onto the roof so that I could get my lips around his precious tool. I soon lost myself, licking, sucking, kissing and nibbling along his length. Taking him as far down my throat as I could, licking his recently shaved balls. Savouring his rigid cock with its soft warm skin, glancing up occasionally to see him grinning down at me. The cat that got the cream doesn’t begin to convey the expression of sheer pleasure on his face. My hands grasping his taut arse cheeks while my mouth enjoyed my self imposed task of eating him until he could take no more.

Cramp in his thighs and pain in his lower back eventually brought an end to our pleasure. Time to make our way home along moonlit lanes. We talked a bit more about our interactions with our fellow playmates 48 hours earlier. He was just telling me that I give the best bj going.(flattery will get him everywhere). When I screeched (like the bird earlier). I had just caught site of the animal that was trotting along the lane beside us. Karl slammed on the brakes fumbled for his torch and went in search of the badger that he thought we had hit. I didn’t think we had hit it as there had been no thud. we couldn’t find anything so can only conclude that the badger had run off, probably into the field alongside the narrow lane. Continuing our drive back home, we were alost there when he slammed the brakes on once more, throwing his van into reverse we were lucky enough to see a vixen and two cubs at the side of the road before they too melted into the hedge.

Just because we live in a small market town it doesn’t mean we never see wildlife in its natural habitat. It’s just rare to see so much in such a short time when we were not looking for it.