2 May 2009
An excited phone call from home by Tom , my six year old son. Hardly able to contain himself and string a sentence together, he started talking about finding a necklace in the garden, but it wasn't a real necklace because it was moving! then the words poisonious and snake. It turned out to be a Slowworm which had been basking in one of the flower borders. Tom called him William and took the picture below. Nightingale still singing from bushes in field behind the house at midnight.
(title is a reference to a Smiths song of course)