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Monday, 4 October 2010

Season of mists...

The mists of the last two days have finally coalesced into rain. It's warm and wet.

A perfect day for fire salamanders, and the woodland path I take home after the school run - a thousand miles away from "Strike-hit London Underground Travel Chaos" - is heaving with them. Adorable, fat, square-headed and ponderous. Dangerously slow-moving, but with a musical-statues strategy that has Jakob! trotting past every time without even seeing them. I guess you have to work something out when you're about as fast as a giant tortoise and you're covered in a vivid-yellow lightning pattern. 



1 comment:

Karin said...

Last time I saw salamanders was as a 10 year old in Germany! Wow, your post took me back there for a moment in time. Thanks!

Monday, 4 October 2010

Season of mists...

The mists of the last two days have finally coalesced into rain. It's warm and wet.

A perfect day for fire salamanders, and the woodland path I take home after the school run - a thousand miles away from "Strike-hit London Underground Travel Chaos" - is heaving with them. Adorable, fat, square-headed and ponderous. Dangerously slow-moving, but with a musical-statues strategy that has Jakob! trotting past every time without even seeing them. I guess you have to work something out when you're about as fast as a giant tortoise and you're covered in a vivid-yellow lightning pattern. 



1 comment:

Karin said...

Last time I saw salamanders was as a 10 year old in Germany! Wow, your post took me back there for a moment in time. Thanks!