Our spy in West Norfolk has been in communication again, this time he's gone all botanical in his gillie suit.
The photographs he's taken are from a secret wood hidden somewhere in East Anglia. Apparently if I tell anybody the location of these beautiful plants a sniper's bullet will have my name on it. That'll be his SAS training shining through.
Let's hope he doesn't go all Ophelia on us next, lying between strings of ranunculus in a stream somewhere in East Anglia for the next bulletin.
There's nothing worse than a shrunken skin-tight gillie suit.