Remember That Summer 22 Jun 07 Remember that Summer when you were 7¾, being down in the field at the bottom of your aunts garden. Remember being with your cousin running through the long grass with the sun beating down on your bare backs. He showed you an old upturned metal bucket just outside of the big old barn at the bottom of the field. The barn with the rope hanging from the middle that your grandfather put there so you could swing, swing from one side to the other, seeing who could get the highest. Your cousin told you to look under the bucket, but be careful. You weren't sure, he offered you a stick so you could tip the bucket over from a safe distance. You looked at your cousin and back at the bucket. You looked around for a longer stick but couldn't find one, so getting as far away as possible you hit the bucket. Under where the bucket was you could see something glimmer, edging closer you could see a nest of baby Adders slithering away from the light. You both looked at each other and with huge smiles you both ran screaming back to the house to tell your aunt. That was probably the first and last time you've actually seen a nest of snakes in the wild. When was the last time you actually got that close to nature, apart from the time you hit a badger in your car. You don't realise how big they actually are until you've seen what a dent they can make. The garage took ages over that dent, you were without a car for two whole days and to top it off they still didn't get the same shade of metallic venetian crystal. I mean how hard can it be? Let's hope no one notices. Bet they overcharged me, bastards.