There we were, on the trail, trudging along in the misty rain, intent on reaching the wooded track before the cyclist with the curly hair passed the 5km post (our highly technical method of pacing ourselves).And there he was, lying on the trail, looking very woebegone. I scooped him up in my glove, ignoring the slightly sick feeling I had as he swirled and curled, bright orange underside glowing on the black glove. We carried him home and deposited him in the Lemon Cold Frame.
And there he is - she is? I know nothing about lizards, but I think this one will be happy with all the slugs and spiders in that cold frame. Little do they know what's in store for THEM...
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