The scene: at work, mid afternoon. An email arrives. It's from Our Lass.
Odd, I muse, she rarely contacts me at work unless something's broken or developed a technical malfunction. Car, computer, television, light bulb, bottle opener, that sort of thing.
The email header suggests otherwise, however.
I surmise that she's either been bitten by a very small invertebrate or the nature-watching bug.
As it turns out, it was the latter.
The email went on, "Slow-worm by pond".
Now, you could count the number of times we've seen a Slow-worm, Anguis fragilis, on the fingers of one hand. And none of the sightings have been in Milton Keynes.
Predictably, I mail back, "Photo?"
"Too quick, " comes the reply.
So not too much of a slow-worm, then.
STOP PRESS, 27/05/12: After a two day stake-out, Our Lass spots the creature again. Once more, it disappears in an instant. I manage one glimpse and a photo at range.
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