Today I spent an interesting seven hours in the driving wind and rain hard-pruning a stand of oversized hydrangeas and fuchsias. If I didn’t know any better I would say these shrubs had been mainlining steroids. Looking my glamorous best in full waterproof attire with mud streaked visage and singing a medlay of christmas carols (generally only the first line, dum di dums and improvisation for the rest) I enjoyed myself in a rather masochistic way. I discovered this tiny nest close to the top of one of the fuchsia mammoths, about 3m high but attached so firmly that not even a North Devon gale could shift it. A little googling has led me to believe it could have been the summer nursery for a chaffinch family. As the Discover Wildlife website describes “Decorated externally with lichens and cobwebs and lined with hair.” So beautiful, the jewel in the crown. I wonder whose hair they used? Do you think that might be George’s shade? I proudly took my find to George’s mum who tried to look pleased that I had brought her a stick. I suggested that she should practice her “that’s a rubbish present but I am going to pretend I like it” look before Christmas. In GM’s defence she hadn’t actually noticed the delicate little house nestled amongst the rather large twig that I was thrusting towards her. In the end she was as charmed as I was. Either that or “The Look” had been quickly perfected!