It’s a presence right across the back garden. It coils on the breeze. It is spreading out sinister tendrils almost to the back door. It invites investigation by the police, or at least by Environmental Health.
I refer, of course, to the nettle brew. Our brief heatwave has incubated it with alarming speed, and although I don’t know quite how long it is meant to take, I think ‘enough’ had better be soon.