As I was driving along, I saw something dangling from the car roof over the windscreen. A leaf? No, when I got home I observed it was more like a mangetout with legs.
A big mangetout
It seems he dropped, whether by accident or design, out of the tree outside the Lutheran church hall where I'd parked for my French conversation group and then clung on for dear life. Luckily I had the soft top on. Perhaps he was a Brexiteer. He must have had an exciting journey. Anyway I transferred him to the hedge and hoped he'd find his new home congenial.