Up on the moor, behind the lead works he found an old horse pond. (You can tell this was a while ago, no-one has horse ponds now.) It was oozing green scum and sliminess, just perfect, this was paradise.
He hooked, he dipped, he slipped.
Later in the scum from his sodden shoe he saw her, luxuriating, stretching, sinuous arms seeking.
Bang! She was gone, just a green blob left on the pondweed.
Then, peeping out, there she was again and he snagged her.
Seventy years later I admire the slide of Hydra viridis in all of her glory
Neville Hunt almost 8 years ago
Love the clever title, Sarah. Is it coyness or self preservation, I wonder.
Sarah Carellian almost 8 years ago
I've just been transcribing the notes (1952) on this slide, everyone agreed it was one of the most perfect mounts of H. viridis they had ever seen - and they had seen a lot. Later this week I'm hoping to actually look at the same slide and see how it has weathered the intervening years - exciting times.
shaun almost 8 years ago
Please! You can't leave this open-ended. Did you get the opportunity to return to the slide? Exciting times can be revisited.