Whilst working in RSA as it was in 1973 we had company Ford F250 4x4 trucks for transport for some of our remoter outstations.
One winters morning I was doing an under bonnet check and nearly shat myself as I disturbed a Cape Cobra enjoying a doze atop the warm V8 from the night before, lid slowly closed and engine started. It wasn't there after the 200 miles and two pit stops so must have decided dirt roads at 70 weren't his thing.
It was at least 10 ' long we reckoned and hooded up when he saw us a magnificent creature for sure.
There are so many adders in our area and in particular on Dartmoor.
