The river the adders and the rugby songs
It is the end of yet another week in beautiful Rutland. We have had a few meagre spots of rain along the footpath; everything looks badly in need of a good drink. The oil seed rape, two fields away is smellier than usual, but seems to be the only field that has enjoyed the weather; it is well over her head now when we walk through. The walk by the river is worrying for her, I know, as she is frightened of snakes. I can’t say I am that keen either. However, we have not seen or met any adders this year, but they are there I know it, so she is wise to be worried by them. Last year’s lot frightened him as well as her and I when we met one sunning itself on the path. However, I do wish she would not sing at the top of her voice, it may well encourage hissing Syd and friends to vacate the vicinity in quick time, but please, I have super efficient hearing. Also some of the songs she sings are on the naughty side, and extremely common. I think she spent to much time around Rugby players earlier in her career.
Have a lovely weekend.
I am of course
La Grande Sophie
