Not a pleasant post, I fear, but in Little Storping we will not shy away from the truth. It’s a barely recognisable dried out husk, looks a little like a leaf, but it moves. Why? If it ever was a frog, there’s no way there can be any life left in it. Are the dead frogs walking?

No, it’s full of maggots. Just for once, I don’t think we’ll have a picture with this post.