My nerves might not have survived Tilda's adventure, but Tilda did.
I've been in and out like the proverbial fiddlers elbow, checking that she is safe and unmolested. She moved hiding places numerous times. At one point she was actually standing, unprotected and unhidden, close to the others.
She's just come in, and I've checked her over for wounds. None, today. That has to be the first time for a long time.
Adventuring is obviously hungry work, she's tucking in to a heap of mealworms as I type.
Will be interesting to see what tomorrow brings. Forecast isn't great, so today's little sojourn might be a one-off.