Not a Slug!

Until 10 minutes ago I had a delightful blip for you of a slug and its deceptively pretty shell! I was going to call it Nos morituri te salutamus, because, after a whole summer of remembering Buddhist principles and not killing them even as they slaughtered my lupins etc etc, I finally snapped over some slime on the hall carpet and picked 20 of them off the harling and ..... well, use your imagination!

One of the downsides of where we live in Arran is that we lose the sun so early and have to cross the island to see a sunset. We're at home this evening on our way to collect two grandchildren and here is the huge pleasure of our home ... the view from our living room.