When my husband, our son, Rory, then two, and I sold our terraced house in Ealing, London, to move to Oxfordshire, we were looking forward to being surrounded by green space and wildlife.
Ten years on, our family of three has become a family of four, and Rory and his brother, Seb, now nine, are fortunate to live in a village surrounded by fields. There’s space to ride their bikes and play football, and I never cease to be charmed by hearing the sound of woodpigeons in the morning, and the sight of a kite swooping overhead.
But one of the things I didn’t factor into the equation when we moved to the countryside was the pests! Small ones, big…
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