mardi 25 novembre 2014
We woke up to lashing rain this morning. I looked out of the window to see an old bicycle propped against our gate and that could only mean one thing.
Daniel was in our garden collecting snails......to eat!!!
I went out to take him a hot coffee and there he was searching all the nooks and crannies in the stone wall with his " escargot stick".
He launched into an explanation of how I could tell if a snail had produced any young escargot this year by the lines on it`s shell.
I explained to him that I will never need to know that as I will NEVER EVER be eating any!!
A la prochaine mes belles