I was having a bad day. I had really important work due and a lot of it and there was a moment where stress was really getting to me so I went for a walk in the grounds of the National Archives building which is where I was doing research for my work. I had been struggling to read letters written by Elizabeth I and I had reached a point of being stuck and was too stressed to continue. I was walking through the beautiful gardens feeling weirdly emotional because I had decided that university wasn’t for me at all and I wanted to quit so bad and didn’t know why I was making myself keep working hard at something I really didn’t want to do. I had also just days before lost a very close family member and was forced to work because I had deadlines looming and wasn’t being allowed an extension. In the middle of this personal crisis I looked up as I heard rustling and suddenly this little guy popped out. I started laughing really hard and people were staring but I couldn’t care less, life had provided this sudden flash of intense joy and it cheered me up immensely. I was taking pictures of documents so my camera was already around my neck so I was quickly able to snap a few shots.