Never grow up

I used to love snails. I would rescue them from whoever and wherever, and take them to safety.

Today I chopped back my Clematis (which had grown a little lot wild), and, to my delight, I discovered a whole heap of snails hiding underneath.

I spent a happy few minutes letting them slime all over my hand and arm. Cousteau thought I was mad. He was probably right.

After their photoshoot, I put them in the undergrowth, away from my tomatoes.

I've had a quiet day, but a nice one.

Cheers.

No snails were harmed in the making of this blip!