"Foiled again."

As the Turkey said at Christmas.

Jerra paid his weekly visit and we, as usual, had a "prowl & point" session.
I said . . . "Sneak around there and there ought to be a few Primroses."
For some ODD reason there's a wee clump seems to have not read the book and, consequently has NO idea it ought not to flower almost all year.
This time it let us down.
Or, at any rate, the munching, marauding, meddling, Molluscs did.