Adder

My boot came literally within an inch of ruining this adder's day, he would probably also have ruined my day if I had trod on him. Don't think they take to kindly to being trampled.
Had a lovely walk today, all blue skies and silvery seas (but some wine snuck it's way into my system last night so all my pics from today were strangely wonky and blurred). The highlight was seeing a pair of Cornish Choughs flying past. Only the second time in 37 years that I've seen them and I got all emotional and actually wept (just a little!). Unfortunately I wasn't quick enough with the camera.
I had a 20mph sunday driver pull in to let me pass on the drive down, that has never ever happened before! I Nearly squashed a cyclist as well as the adder, he fell off into the road just as I was passing but I managed to miss him. The funny thing was he wasn't even moving at the time, he was standing there waiting for his mate to catch up!
I had a really funny conversation with a proper ole cornish boy. I expect every county has got it's equivalent - they hang around leaning on walls or field gates waiting to talk the hind legs off any passing donkey. Today I was that donkey and listened intently to his advice to watch out for adders (which proved to be correct) which somehow led on to his trapped wind problems. He was taking Renee (he pronounced it the french way) but warned that they're not very good because they "make your bowells move too quickly". He swiftly moved from flatulence to nudist beaches at which point I beat a hasty retreat.