Two morals here.

1. Visit the Greenhouse more often in winter.
2. Doesn't matter HOW green you are, get the bloody slug-pellets going in there.

Another of the dreaded nowhere/nuffink days. The usual poddle around the hinterlands, including a rare greenhouse visit.

Look what I nearly missed.

I had to turn the mutilated side away from the lens, I didn't want a record of it, you can still see where the little bugger's been.