11pm and I'd just closed the studio for the day and headed home across the back lawn. Made a coffee for myself and Jenny, a spot of supper, and took it all into the conservatory, which we use as our lounge.
Busy watching "24 Hours in A&E" when a large moth flew in. A rather BIG moth. OK... possibly not a moth...
We'd left the kitchen window open a couple of inches for fresh air for our old German Shepherd, Inka - diabetic and almost blind now - and a bat had found the gap. It was quite fascinating watch the bat flying around the room. Probably called Nora. All or bats are Noras... named after Nora Batty in "Last of the Summer Wine"

Although I had opened the double doors let her out, she instead landed on a dish of pine cones - very well camouflaged. So I had to pick her up to show her the way out. I resited the temptation to hold and study her, so I can't tell you what sort of bat she was. But very small and almost certainly a Pipistrelle.
Never a dull moment here
