Kathleen looked out at the rain and wondered for the thousandth time why she was there. She was a teacher now and there was a stack of marking to be done and lessons to prepare for the coming term.
But instead of being at home, getting work done or reading a book or watching TV, her cat curled on her knee, she was out here in the rain, in the middle of a wood.
There was a small, moving patch of grey and her heart leapt.
This was why she was here.
Her first sight of badgers.