This week’s writephoto is another glorious picture from Sue Vincent.
The colour beckons, drawing me in along the sandy path where lizards and slow worms idle in the sun.
Armed with my bottle of lemonade and sugar sandwich, I walk towards the trees, knowing the pool awaits and birdsong will serenade me.
Curled up inside the border are vipers, snoozing in the heat but ready to strike if disturbed.
I know this path so well. As long as I keep to it, I will come to no harm.
The pool is shallow, clear and cool against my bare feet. No more than a few feet in diameter, orange bellied newts swim contentedly, their webbed feet resting on pebbles worn smooth by the water that feeds it from a small hillock and natural source.
Frogs nestle in the reeds out of sight of predators.
This paradise is Nature’s Garden, but when I awaken, I know it is only a dream.
The reality is 4000 dwellings, three industrial estates, two supermarkets and umpteen retail units housing eateries, clothing or empty.
Gone is the colour and clear unpolluted skies, the habitat long since developed and those creatures that fascinated me as a child no more than dust on a forgotten track leading nowhere.