Merry Christmas to all snail and snail book lovers out there! True to form, three days before the arrival of the snow, down went the snails deep into their dark, dark peat. They made their front doors of snaily slime. The slime dried and turned a pearly white. The doors finally closed. The snails have gone to sleep. Not for them the joys of Christmas shopping! Not for them the stomachs full of Christmas pudding! Not for them the aching bellies! No! They have retreated into a land of dreams and of warmth; a land where there is nothing but cucumber and cuttlefish and where a woman sits close by, pen in hand, watching and waiting, waiting for a new story – a story for the New Year.
Thank you all for your support this year.
With love to you all.