It was a case of ‘where’s Walnut?’ for my neighbour

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Verity Lush is a 36-year-old mum-of-two who lives in Portsmouth.

She is a tutor in philosophy, English and maths and has written a book for newly-qualified teachers, plus textbooks and articles for teaching magazines and supplements.
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In this day and age we don’t expect to see much of our neighbours. Everyone leads busy lives, dashing in and out of their homes, and having little time to get to know the people who live around them.

However, my family and I are lucky. All of our neighbours, without exception, are lovely. Within our little area of the street, each of us knows that if we needed something, then we could knock on the doors around us, and help would be there.

Our neighbour, Wendy, has lived next door to us for many years. My children love Wendy, and they particularly love her tortoises, Walnut and Pippin.

India tries to watch Walnut and Pippin, in the manner of a tiny tortoise stalker, from our bedroom window.

She knows that Walnut and Pippin adore strawberries, and that if Wendy claps, they come running. (They do actually run, by the way. The ‘tortoises are slow’ tale must be a myth spread by snails.)

My girls were devastated, therefore, when we had a knock on our door today to tell us that Walnut was missing.

We went to Wendy’s house and sure enough, there was no Walnut to be seen.

The only scenario that Wendy could think of was that Walnut had decided to escape the building while the gardener tended to her lawn.

In which case, it seemed unlikely that Walnut would be found and we searched outside with my daughters’ friends to no avail.

I typed up posters and attached them to lampposts, and popped some through letterboxes, before ringing the local vet and leaving contact details should Walnut be handed in.

But no one had seen him.

We returned home feeling somewhat downhearted and very sad for Wendy.

Her dear husband, Bill, passed away after Christmas, and they bought the tortoises 10 years ago when they were babies.

She had raised Walnut since he was tiny, and it seemed desperately sad 
that she might not see him again.

Until that is Wendy’s gardener rang her. Having driven back to his home in Waterlooville, with the garden rubbish in his boot, he had quite a surprise to see little Walnut looking out at him when he opened it!

Pets become part of our families and I am so pleased that Wendy has been reunited with hers.