... the weasel!
J has seen a weasel running about the garden down in Dumfries and Galloway and making its way into its little home in a hole in the wall, or his alternative residence, which is a hole in the ground.
Unfortunately the weasel itself is too fast to photograph, we'd need a team from the BBC to have a 24/7 cam up, but we can show you its little dwelling places.
Imagine our surprise when we can see a flattened path leading up to the rowing boat.
J starts chuckling and I ask him what's up. He says, "don't get a fright if this guy shoots out when I lift this up." Well no guy but a pile of warehoused crab apples from the tree in the garden! So I fall about laughing, remembering how it has been obvious that some creature or other has been plundering the compost bin, where I put the rotten windfalls.
So, to cut a long story short, although we haven't seen him or her with our own eyes, all the signs point to a weasel using the rowing boat as a shelter for a heap of mouldering crab apples. Bon appetit, buddy!