After two days of torrential rain and crashing thunderstorms, the water in the pond up the hill is muddy brown, as are all the rivers. It seems the weekend was a false dawn and we've reverted back to living in a swamp with mosquitoes lying in wait like snipers every time we stick our heads out of the door. As for the slugs. Don't ask. I have now tried everything including bribing small children with large amounts of money. One collected 260. It was a drop in the ocean, as it were. And perhaps counterproductive. Since then, slugs from far and wide have converged on Lawrence acres in solidarity with their fallen brethren.