Unexpected rescue.
Whilst doing a routine inspection of my water/sewage manhole, I was most severely surprised to find a hedgehog down there.
We are the "end of the line," and none of our gutters or drains run into it, so the poor thing must have somehow fallen in and crawled upstream.
Getting it out was not an easy job. At the first attempt it decided to crawl along the pipe and disappeared from view. I closed the lid and left it there for a quarter of an hour, and thankfully it had somehow turned round and come back to the inspection chamber.
I quickly shoved three planks down to block it's exits, donned the oldest clothes I could find plus wellies, and an old pair of marigolds.
Down I went. I am not a big bloke, but there was not enough room to bend down, and it was too deep to reach from the top. There was not even enough room to swing a gerbil, let alone a cat, so I had to sort of straddle the inverts and reach down between my legs.
I managed to grab a few spikes and lift it up enough to get my other hand underneath and get it back onto dry land.
After a couple of minutes it uncurled and started to wander the garden. It was in a very bedraggled state so I moved it under a bush and left a dish of water.
After that it was clothes in the bin, nip inside for a quick shower, and then out again to catch a train with ten minutes to spare. *phew*
I've not seen it since we've been back, but I'll keep a look out later, especially after it starts to get dark.
I hope the poor thing survives, but at least it has a better chance now it is no longer plumbing the depths of Somerset's sewer system.
All I can say it is it not the start to my day that I had expected.