It turned and
humped down the drive at a fast rate of knots and I followed in the car slowly.
At that point I realised that it must be terrified at being pursued by this
glowing eyed monster and promptly switched off the lights. Amazingly it slowed
down. It crossed the grass at the entrance to our drive and disappeared through
the hedge into our orchard. Hell! I thought, it's got its sett in our orchard!
I drove past the orchard and couldn't see it. I figured it had gone to ground.
I parked the car and walked towards the house.
Then I saw it
again trying to get through the gate. I stopped and so did the Badger. He then
climbed onto the metal cellar doors and peered at me over the low ivy-clad
wall. I talked to it in what I hoped was a low, soothing voice. Having peered
into the stair-well of the cellar and decided it was too risky he obviously
considered me the lesser threat and emerged slowly. Now seemingly reassured he
ambled across the path and into the border alongside the wall. He followed the
wall to the bottom of the garden, crossed the lawn and re-entered the orchard.
Last I saw was Mr. Brock humping along the hedge on the field side and not
being in too much of a hurry.
Believe me, it
made my day.