BRIAN II. (09/06/14)

I rarely post twice in a day but having been up most of last night making a strange dog behave and taking photographs with Goats in I then had to return the Labrador Ben to his owners. He had been lost for a day and when he saw me flashing sounded a little aggressive. I could tell the poor mite was frightened. He settled down with my two after I’d threatened them all with disembowelment. Jim the campsite owner knows Ben. He lives over the hill. Fortunately only a mile or two over the hill. We took him home to Morag who said you shouldn’t have bothered he always turns up when he’s hungry. No chance of the fifty pound reward I’d been dreaming of but I did get a cup of tea.

On the way back, I lost Alf and Moll, they had gone back to see where their new friend was. It was now a three or four mile walk for me. I never thought to take the camera but did find Brian who escaped from my pocket a week or so ago. This time I found him a mate called Bob. Both made it back to the van. The moral of this story is don’t put single snails in ones pocket.

      This is Brian…..I can’t identify him. he is Garden Snail sized but I don’t think they have Garden Snails in Scotland.

       This is Bob……I waited for ages but he wouldn’t come out of his shell. I was worried, thought he might be ill. He was dumping slime everywhere.

       I popped a green bean near him and that sparked him up.

      Thank you he said. It looks all right and it smells all right. I think I can live with this. I imagined this bit…. Snails can’t talk but they sniff through the lower small pair of waving about bits and their eyes are at the end of the long pair.

I bet you think I Photoshoped these. Do I ever? Well, yes just now and again. I popped them on a mirror and shot them against a black drape. I find it interesting to watch snails moving around. Perhaps I ought to get out more.

Whilst I was in Loch Broom Hardware looking for suction pipe I found this mirror for £2.50p, a bargain it was. It does give a double reflection and a bit of refraction but who cares for two pounds fifty. I thought at the time it would come in handy. I popped the snails on it.

    Here is the mirror and myself. Freaky? I’m little better in daylight but any nubile ladies are welcome to run their fingers through my bald patch.

Have fun.