Country diary: Rumours of glowworms set me off on a twilight stroll | Anita Roy

Wellington, Somerset: Desiccated leaves crunch underfoot and ponds have shrunk to muddy pools. Will I catch a glimpse of bioluminescence? July is staggering to a close: exhausted, feverish and desperate for a drink. It’s been one of the hottest on record, and still no sign of rain. Townsfolk have become crepuscular: walking the dog before dawn and venturing out only after sundown. It’s been a terrible year for plants and trees – everyone battling to keep gardens watered and alive. But it’s be...

By Anita Roy