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Only when I look down at the last second do I see it. I recoil instinctively | Only when I look down at the last second do I see it. I recoil instinctively |
(2 months later) | |
At intervals along the path, low wooden posts with discreet labels indicate where we are on the river. The access to pool 21 is easy. A couple of strides from the path and a hop down from the bank brings us to a stony beach no more than a couple of feet wide. Unlike the fishermen, our interest is not in the quiet pools but in the rock-strewn faster moving water that lies both up and downstream, and where we hope to see a dipper to add to the day's bird list. | At intervals along the path, low wooden posts with discreet labels indicate where we are on the river. The access to pool 21 is easy. A couple of strides from the path and a hop down from the bank brings us to a stony beach no more than a couple of feet wide. Unlike the fishermen, our interest is not in the quiet pools but in the rock-strewn faster moving water that lies both up and downstream, and where we hope to see a dipper to add to the day's bird list. |
A little later, having failed again to find a bird that is proving to be surprisingly elusive, we turn to go back to the path. I reach out to place a hand on the bank to boost myself up and only when I look down, at the last second, do I see the snake. The response is immediate, instinctive, yet even as I recoil I know I am mistaken and that this is in fact no snake but a slow worm, a legless lizard, basking in the sun like an adder. | A little later, having failed again to find a bird that is proving to be surprisingly elusive, we turn to go back to the path. I reach out to place a hand on the bank to boost myself up and only when I look down, at the last second, do I see the snake. The response is immediate, instinctive, yet even as I recoil I know I am mistaken and that this is in fact no snake but a slow worm, a legless lizard, basking in the sun like an adder. |
It is the largest slow worm I have ever seen, the smooth brown skin shining softly as if it has been oiled, the tail protruding from the neat pile of coils. I wonder if this is deliberate, for if seized by a predator the creature is capable of shedding its tail in order to escape. | It is the largest slow worm I have ever seen, the smooth brown skin shining softly as if it has been oiled, the tail protruding from the neat pile of coils. I wonder if this is deliberate, for if seized by a predator the creature is capable of shedding its tail in order to escape. |
The first quiet click of my camera elicits no visible response but as I cautiously change position to take a second shot, the circle of coils widen, as if something taut has suddenly relaxed and the creature's head, previously hidden, is revealed in the circle's centre. | The first quiet click of my camera elicits no visible response but as I cautiously change position to take a second shot, the circle of coils widen, as if something taut has suddenly relaxed and the creature's head, previously hidden, is revealed in the circle's centre. |
The eyes blink in the bright sunlight. There is a quick flicker of the tongue as it senses the air, a pause, another flicker and then quick as a whip the slowworm uncoils and glides rapidly into a clump of heather where it lurks invisible, leaving me pondering what else we're passing by all unaware. | The eyes blink in the bright sunlight. There is a quick flicker of the tongue as it senses the air, a pause, another flicker and then quick as a whip the slowworm uncoils and glides rapidly into a clump of heather where it lurks invisible, leaving me pondering what else we're passing by all unaware. |
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