Back to the Swamp

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.