Looking in the disgraceful compost bin, I found another guest: a very small slow worm, about three inches long, slender with it, and giving the lie to its name – it was as quick as you like from absorbing the warmth all afternoon.
You only get one photo of these. Well, one-and-a-half; this is the tail as it slithered into the grass clippings like a runnel of mercury.
Digressing slightly, I remember that as small children we collected those tedious Christmas mazes so we could break them and take out the mercury to play with. We had quite a supply in the end. I can’t remember what happened to it though – did it eventually get trodden into the carpet, or lost in the sheets, or did we put it down a sink? I think I associated the beads of mercury with the little silver dragees we sometimes had on birthday cake … I feel slightly pale with horror.