Guess who is back for summer camp? It's Myles. He's getting a bit older each year...aren't we all. This summer, he's decided to take to the underbrush and scare the pants off me. I rush around worried if I've closed the gate, has he gotten under the fence, where in the world??? After a quietening of the heart, and a small rustle at the edge of the garden, this is the face that appears. Again. Who? ME? You lookin' for ME???? Oh Myles, we do love your antics.