Sunday, 15 April 2012

The Young And The Restless


Curled up underneath a rock was a young Slow-worm. I have never seen them this small before, half as long as a pencil and less than half as thick. They have a skin that always reminds me of molten metal.

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Quiet but never silent.

I missed the Sun this morning, not because I was late but because the early wander was done and dusted by the time the clouds cleared. When...