Such was the warmth of the day yesterday, that traversing one of the footpaths that follows the contour line along the face of the North Downs ridge, I came across an adder basking in the sun.
Fortunately Dylan, my dog, ran straight past it. Momentarily, I mistook it for a stick, which would have given the dog a chase down the slope. The unmistakable zigzag pattern soon alerted me. It lay there coiled for a few moments then slithered quickly down the hill side. About sixteen inches in length, this was a creature of great beauty; a delight to see and a first for me on these downland slopes.
Great tits are carrying nesting material into the box beside the conservatory, whilst the nestling robins in the garden will be fledging in a few days.
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