After a short shower of rain this afternoon, Shana spotted one of the local snails on the outside of our kitchen window. Presumably he just wanted to come in for a cup of tea and to get out of the wet. Or perhaps I’m anthropomorphising too much. If he/she/it had a Geordie accent, I might have named him Jimmy Snail. Shana, however, had a better idea, and got an excellent snap of our visitor before a) the camera battery fizzled out and b) the snail raced off at lightning speed (I’m not joking; those whirls and lines on his shell can be no other than go-faster stripes 🙂 ). Honestly, people think snals are slow, but they’d beat a Capri Ghia any day of the week!