Yesterday I implemented Plan B in my relentless battle against the unremitting mollusc onslaught. B stands for beer. Beer traps. This morning I fished out the inebriated/drowned and was impressed/horrified to find approximately forty of varying shapes and sizes in just two traps. They were enticed by Tesco’s definitely not finest but cheapest beer. Not the prettiest way to start a day, poking with an old fork at bloated slimey mini-sausages. It did however substantially improve. Sun, more sun and a whole lot of gardening.