This chap was strolling along the Great Central Way, with cyclists swerving to avoid him. He’s definitely a potential puncture hazard. I moved him to the safety of the hedgerow. From the strand of straw, I think that he’d had a rude awakening from a pile of bedding at the adjacent stables. I keep saying “him”, although of course it could be “her”. Is a gentleman a hedgehog, and a lady a hedgesow?