Yesterday, as we left the house, Julia noticed a woman standing outside and asked if she was OK. She was. She was just pausing to wait for her tortoise as he grazed on the plants in our front garden. They tend to encroach on the footpath.
We run the garden to be attractive to wildlife, but this was the first time we’ve had a tortoise visit.
We’ve never seen him before but his owner says she walks him regularly because it exercises him and keeps his claws worn down. He walks approximately 200 yards, snacks on the hedge at the end house (which has a more riotous garden than we do) and then waits to be carried home.