Be The Jam

I returned home last night having spent the weekend Saturday night in London to discover that it had been windy whilst I was away. I was aware of this because the wind had blown the rain into my shelter thus soaking my sleeping bag. It hadn't been all that windy though, if it had been the rain would have come in horizontally and my sleeping bag would just have been wet, as it was in order to achieve it's objective of soaking my bedding the wind had to bounce the rain off the ground so kicking up dirt, leaves etc and ensuring that my bed was not just cold and wet but filthy. Happy days.

This morning I was awoken by an uneasy silence, something was wrong, I looked around and could see nothing and for a moment I didn't realise the significance of this for what it was I wasn't seeing was slugs. There were none of them! Had they drowned? Been blown away or where they plotting a surprise attack? When I did eventually worm my way out of the sleeping bag that had by now dried from my body heat and into the cold rainy world in order to stagger around bleary eyed and question the practicality of my living arrangements I encountered no slugs. There were snails though, high up on the trees as usual. Perhaps the slugs have drowned and the snails have learnt to avoid such a fate by taking to the skies.

Apparently cutting down the rainforest is a bad thing! Look see it says so in The Independent

Thanks to Sameold for the link