yard.
The damp brings the slugs out. Lots and lots of slugs. Shiny pitch
black ones, as big as my thumb. Hundreds of them.
In one square metre of turf I counted 11 of them, curled and twisted
like half sucked licorice chews.
An account of life in a Northumbrian Croft
In November 2006 I was offered the chance to take on a three room cottage with no road, electricity, or mains water - the "Stone Caravan" of the title.
As I don't have an ounce of sense I said yes, and this is the journal of my attempt to live in the wood...
The damp brings the slugs out. Lots and lots of slugs. Shiny pitch
black ones, as big as my thumb. Hundreds of them.
In one square metre of turf I counted 11 of them, curled and twisted
like half sucked licorice chews.
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