There's a hedgehog in the road on the way to school today. I don't think I've ever seen a real live hedgehog before. Joe certainly hasn't. We stop the car and walk over to it. I ignorantly expect it to run away but instead it slowly tightens into a ball.
There's probably a whole prickle of hedgehogs in
, but seeing one up close in the countryside gets me thinking about our impending dilemma: should we stay or should we return? London
Our year is nearly up. We've thrown ourselves into it, established an enjoyable rural life, experienced the other extreme and seen up close its pros and cons. Now my husband's project and our excuse for being here is coming to an end. So do we find other excuses to stay?
I feel like that hedgehog. Faced with uncertainty, I'd like to just curl up in a ball and see what happens. Think we'd better move one way or the other though, before the next car comes round the corner.
(In case you're worried, I gently moved the hedgehog to the side of the road with my foot. It wasn't there on our return journey.)