I turned on the little fountain in our scree garden and noticed this snail on one of the stones. Hurried in for the camera and just caught him going in the opposite direction, slithering away from the water. Funny thing - I always thought snails liked water.
Water is the element common to my photo and to my dad's diary post for this day, 14th May, in 1945:
"Whilst out walking, we saw a pond and some youngsters fishing. That gave us an idea.
We scrounged a line and hook from some Frenchmen and soon had several small fishes.
The other side of the pond, or lake I should call it, were some Russian soldiers fishing. Their methods were not of the usual angler. They were throwing hand-grenades into the water and then along came a rowing boat with two of their pals who collected the floating fishes.
We fried our fish but none of us was experts at preparing the fish and I found the scales rather hard. However, they were quite tasty and made a meal."
Thank you - I liked this one!