The Gorse Fox wishes the world a cheery "Good morning". The sun is blazing down across West Sussex, not a cloud can be seen, and it looks like another wonderful summer's day.

The Silver Vixen has been packing her lunch box (eye of toad, ear of bat etc...) and is about to set off on her air-conditioned broomstick for a day with her coven.

The Gorse Fox is being left in charge. Be afraid, be very afraid.

[File under: Diary]