Sussex Diary: 19 April 2026

A diary of my visits to my club's section of river, somewhere in deepest, darkest Sussex. Walking along the path beside the river, the unmistakable shape of a snake caught my eye. I froze instantly, just in time. I had almost stepped on it. I don't expect to see them in Britain. Hailing from Southern Africa where the likes of mambas, cobras and puffadders lurk, I skrik at the sight of any snake,…