The garden tortoises have joined ranks to rip up the weed-suppressing membrane under the gravel, in order to create shelters from the sun or rain. Very resourceful they are. Another tortoise tale: today I drove into Mahon for a bit of a wander round a couple of shops, as I was feeling very stir-crazy in the house. On the way back, the car in front put its hazard lights on, an approaching van did the same, and a jogger was waving his arms at the traffic, now all stopped. Smiling, he scooped up a medium-sized tortoise which was calmly ambling across the main road, and placed it in a field at the side. Things like this make me happy to live on this island.