After advice from a nice lady at a hedgehog rescue centre I wrapped up the wee spiky man in a blanket and placed him in a shoebox in the garage next to a little bowl of water and some dogfood.
She texted me to say I should put a lid on the box to stop him escaping. I went back to the garage to put a lid on the box. He had escaped. I texted her and said I’d look for him.
‘Good luck with that,’ she said.
I still haven’t found him. Which is a testament to the ‘hogs ability to hide, or a comment on the state of my garage. Both probably.
Hope he’s alright.