And this is where going outside gets you....

Henry has not appeared all day: did not come in for breakfast etc. Looked on the roadsides etc, went down the field. Eventually went out the back, where I have been in and out all day, calling, and heard sad howls coming from the middle of the bramble thicket. By now it was 6 pm and the light was going fast. Could not find secaturs. Beat back brambles with hands and crawled, on my stomach, into the thicket, which is about 6-10 feet across. Afraid that he was injured, I managed to locate H, who got up and walked off. Cursing mightily, went back in house to fetch cat food tin, came back outside, Sid materialised out of dusk and went to fetch H, who trotted out of the thicket and demanded his tea. Now look as though I have been dragged through a hedge backwards, which is not surprising as this is exactly what has just happened. I have found brambles in my underwear. Was not going to pour a glass of wine this evening. Change of plan.