Early twilight walking, we go to see if the badgers are about yet. Here the world is so overgrown with green that the badgers have made tunnels through the bracken. We sniff and rub against the bracken stems to leave a message for the striped bears when they wake. We have been here.
We look deep into the badgers home. New straw shows that cubs are here too. But all is silent. We can almost hear them dreaming of the night to come.