Slug Watch reaches new plateau of contrition

The slugs and I have finally reached a plateau of contrition. We haven’t had a rain free day for a long time now and those early salad days wishing for rain to wet test my experiment have long since gone. Luckily the actual salad still remains, and I pick a big fresh bowl of organic…

Slug watch

I’m beginning to think that this should be called snail watch, because the snails I’m picking off at the moment out number the slugs by about ten to one. Do toads eat snails? It’s one of those questions I need to look up. It must be harder to get the shell off if they do….

Slug Watch gets serious

At this time of year, when the plants are reaching puberty and you can hardly see the ground for foliage the slugs are definitely more active. I’ve only got a small patch and I check every night for about ten minutes or so, picking off what I find. Sometimes I find that it is the…

Garden News article about slugs

This is an article I wrote about a month ago so forgive the slight time vortex you are about to enter. ‘Mr Sandman bring me a dream, keep the slugs away from my little greens.’ This is my evening song as I trek down from the kitchen garden at the end of a hard days…

My slugs and other animals

Today’s been a strange and mysterious day for slug watch. One of my pea plants had capitulated to some form of attacker but I really don’t know if it was a slug or not. I found the top half limp and separate from the bottom half, one lonely mange tout waiting to be picked amidst…

Slug Watch: The battle of the beans

Its been wet the last two days, the comfrey I cut before I went to Glastonbury has turned into a brown mush and the slugs and snails seem much more numerous and adventurous now the plot is lush green with few gaps in between. I’ve got careless and neglected the comfrey cut. Perhaps they prefer…

The house martins

When the cars have stopped, the music systems all played out, the voices lowered, the aeroplanes dimmed, there is nothing left but the house martins whistle. As they swoop and scatter and dive up to the nests above the blue door of my house I recall what draws me on through the quite winter nights,…