caught the slug. . . I looked out of the front door checking the weather as it appeared overcast and saw this blackbird beating something on the path. Thought it might be a snail, but no, it was a rather revolting looking black slug. It beat it about for a while and then flew off - guess it was suitably softened!
Quick run to Rosemoor to see the beautiful flowers this afternoon before heading home to get sorted for a trip to the outskirts of London tomorrow. Then back to the grands to prepare supper. All three were out and about doing their own thing so I made the most of the day!