I've been out today, and so was Mr Snail.
It's not exactly snail weather, being warm and dry, and Mr Snail wasn't in the best place for a snail; I found him crossing a tarmac pavement which couldn't have been much fun.
He was vulnerable as well, he seems to have had some sort of scrape to account for the holes in his shell. Perhaps even he'd had a lucky escape from a song thrush. I remember in our family home, there was a brick that the local thrush used as an execution block for snails; their wrecked shells littered the garden around it.
Plenty of bees around today on this pleasant day, and a strange socially distanced power boat convention on the Trent. Another first during this mad time.
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