Mr Slime

Up to see friends in the Trossachs for some nice food and country air.
It's not very far north, but every mile of northness makes me relax just a little bit more.

Just managed to avoid the slug-squish when I was driving up the tiny road to their house. It was grey and rainy on the way and I saw lots more beautiful things than this, but I quite like slugs. Maybe not in my cabbage patch, but when they are on the road, I think too many people would just squash them. So I stop and say hello, although it's quite hard to shake hands. You wouldn't think that a slug would be too fast for my lens, but this one was wiggling his eye stalks at me quite fast. Ssslimmmey.