A Frog...

...........he would a wooing go. 
Crikey it's a long time since I heard that nursery rhyme (adapted by Elvis and Bob Dylan to "Froggie went a-courtin', he did ride").
This frog (and his woodlouse dinner or companion) were exposed by us at the cemetery today when we cut down tons of heather that was encroaching from the next plot, onto my grandparents' grave. Before we left we put him round the other side of the grave, which we hadn't cut, so he was nicely hidden again.
We visited the cemetery  to take flowers as it would have been my Dad's 100th birthday today.  I didn't know until this week that he was born the day before the Battle of Jutland.