Home, pursued by a storm front. The cat, which had been entrusted with guarding the house, was fine: my gym bag had been dragged along the floor and there were vole droppings in my gym shoe. We failed to find the vole.
The cat had carefully avoided the living room where I had set up my surveillance camera. He slept instead upstairs on our duvet which was covered with a thick layer of fur and garden detritus. I had to hoover the mess before stripping the duvet cover. At times like this my mind turns to cost-benefit analysis and then to plastic bags.