I was at Stratford’s fisherman’s car park at 8.15 this morning, just as the first swimmers of the day were coming out to dry. A dip was tempting! A cuckoo called in the distance, then from much closer by – so close, I saw it swoop away from the large dead willow just beyond the northern boundary hedge. It continued to call from the caravan park.
Then, a scream as two paddle boarders took to the water: “A snake! A snake! I tell you, it’s a xxxxxxx adder! It’s got adder markings! It’s swimming!”
More screams, more shouting – I wandered down to the sheet piled edge and saw a pencil-thin six-inch long baby grass snake wriggling along the water’s edge. I tried to reassure the lady: “It’s a grass snake, it’s harmless but it could grow to be three feet long. They sometimes eat frogs and that’s one reason you might spot them swimming.”
“Frogs!! In the river? In the water!!”
I hope they didn’t see a newt… “Help! Help! A giant lizard!”