One reptile, one sunset, a bit of a back and forth along the canal and, unfortunately, a Bank Holiday.
The exciting news first – I saw a grass snake yesterday (at least, I hope that’s what I saw).
I was kneeling down at the side of the canal, looking in the overgrowth for a handy bit of ironwork at water-level at the edge of the towpath to moor the Cardinal to, when this olive-green snake swam up at a rate of knots, oiked itself half out of the water onto the aforementioned ironwork for a better look at me, and then went on its merry way.
We’re not used to snakes in England, even absolute tiddlers such as this one (perhaps 50cms in length). Most of our snakes come in human form, and inhabit the restricted territory of Westminster, and The City financial district. There is only one venomous snake snake in England, and that is the Adder. Sudden and unexpected interaction by the English with snakes causes effects of mutual distaste, recoil and what is known in the Chinese Laundry trade as “Special Boil Wash Cycle Number 23”.
I was a just that little bit more careful then on, furtling around in the overgrowth and nettles for a secure mooring…
This is, sadly, the first of two Bank Holiday long-weekends in England, so my fellow baggy-trousered, baggy-brained, soggy-arsed humans are all over the place.
The more humans that I come into contact with the more I love dogs.
I have it on very good authority and not some little continuing empirical evidence that my fellow humans hold a similarly low opinion of me.
The species Dog has, thus far, given me indications of a possible absence of outright disapproval. This is encouraging.
Still, the sunset was quite fun.
This morning’s dawn wasn’t bad.
Today, and indeed tomorrow, I plan to work on my love for my fellow humanoid, and to finish the current collection of short stories.
I may, occasionally, scurry onto the towpath in order to re-seat our mooring pins (repeatedly pulled out yesterday by passing steam-turbine launches answering medical emergencies, and by naval destroyers on important missions).
Who knows, today I may spot Mr Grass-Snake again.
The blunderbuss is loaded with grape and chain.