Today we walked from Beadnell to Low Newton (and then back again). All along the route there were molehills and signs of nocturnal activity. We wondered if there are as many animals below the grass as there are birds at the Long Nanny estuary. I suspect there are. Imagine that: so much life going on under our feet, all the time.
I’ve never seen a mole and was just reporting thusly when we happened upon this one halfway in or out of its hole. It was perfect, its fur soft and luxurious, and it was still there, as if asleep or waiting for another mole to return. I wonder what happened to it when there were no signs of injury. Did it just die mid-dig? Can moles have heart attacks? Wherever you’re walking consider what lies under your feet. You never know, but know there will always be something not very far away from you…