Molehill with a View

I remember as a boy at my prep school, Glengorse, very much disapproving of one of the jobs the school groundsman had to do - trap the moles whose molehills spoiled the extensive ornamental lawns round the main buildings. This he did with rather vicious steel spring traps. On the other hand, I did approve of the fact that he kept his victims' skins and made them into waistcoats.

The molehill in this picture has just appeared in an area of strimmed grass by the road up to the Council offices, and it intrigues me, because, as far as I can see, there are no other molehills in the area, so the mole who made it must have travelled some distance with his very poor eyesight and short legs to find a....

....new territory.

He's chosen his new home well, for it has a fine view out across the A9 and the Inverness to Wick railway to the Moray Firth, much the same view as we have.

I do hope he's happy in his new home, and that no-one from the Council comes after him with a steel mole trap.