Encounter with the fragile snake

Caistor St Edmund, Norfolk Two slow worms were also making their escape, living up to their name by doing so in an altogether more sedate manner

I had promised they would be safe: "No snakes will bite your legs, they're just not interested in you." Then a bramble slashed back against my son's shin. Blackberry red beads of blood decorated his skin. "Are you sure we'll be OK?" he asked, fighting back tears.

Safely through the undergrowth, we carefully raised the corrugated iron sheet and peered underneath. A grass snake, fluid as quicksilver, exited left. The children jumped instinctively, yet all we'd seen was an electric flash of green and yellow.

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