The snail’s on the thorn

Snail on the balustrade

Snail on the balustrade

So runs a line from Robert Browning’s poem about all being right with the world.

This snail has a more comfortable surface to walk on, though.

I found it making slow and stately progress across the shiny paint of our balustrade after a downpour.

It should have been glad I wasn’t interested in popping it in the pot …