This weekend I did something I never in a million years thought I would do, I participated in and won a snail race. I have said this before and will say it again I am a city girl through and through. I’d never seen a tadpole until recently. I’ve never ridden a horse. The first time I was stung by a nettle I freaked out thinking I had been bitten by a bug. Yes folks I am citified, my idea of wildlife was killing the roaches that crawled up the bathtub pipes in my high rise dorm building.
Squidge and I drove to Allostock in Cheshire on Saturday to join in on a family fun day. I dream of living in a big house in Cheshire so I jumped at the chance. The little village of Allostock is beautiful (and if my rightmove app is anything to go by veddy veddy pricey) and we had a fantastic time. Squidge ran around singing, dancing, decorating biscuits, staring at Shetland ponies, eating ice cream and picking the winning snail.
The city girl in me was a bit icked out by the bucke o’snails but Squidge just reached right in there and pulled one out.
She chose #38, we named him Bolt.
Bolt was a bit on the hefty side. I was going to have her pick another one but though hell it’s only 30p! We set our snail on the table along w/ the others and the race started. They were feisty little buggers which amazed me a little. Still, at the end of the day they were snails so we wandered off for a bit while the race went on. When I went back to check on Bolt he was in the lead– holy freaking slime ball! This is the point in the story were you see how pathetically competitive I am. A girl, no older than 10, was helping her snail along by waving some lettuce in front of her snail. I thought to my self OH HELL NO IS ISN’T!! Please visualize my best Shanaenae. Yes folks I took piece of lettuce and BRIBED little ole Bolt to the finish line. Booyah!!! All joking aside Bolt was going and wasn’t all that interested in the lettuce
So that’s the story of how this city girl won a snail race and came home w/ a bag of marbles. Good thing too as I think I might be losing mine.
Congrats!
One question — what happened to Bolt after the race?
very cute!! well done!!
Hey, I remember Shanaenae! LMAO, great visual of the inner monologue.
I just had a good ol’ laugh at my desk and my co-workers looked at me funny.
probably should have mentioned the scandal– the little girl complained to the organizer. In the end we had to gender test poor old Bolt.
Ha ha..thats hilarious…snails yuk!!!!
OMG I’m mortified — I was asking everyone I knew.…‘have you EVER seen a snail race before?’ I swear this is NOT what we do in the countryside !!! Glad you had a great time though. Devin wants to turn the two coconuts into a coconut bikini for me — I’m feeling a move to the city coming on!
You should have called him Esscar. Then you could have said, ‘Look at that Esscar go!!’ (old ones — like myself– are the best)
As for the Apres Race, some garlic, butter and fresh parsley for the losers and freedom for the winner
My boys would have loved such a race, but alas they don’t grow snails down here in Florida like they do back in the UK! LOL Great photos of them as well!
Love this! In all my years here, I have never seen a snail race. I love British humour though.
Sounds like a good day. I still can’t make up my mind whether I am an all encompassing city girl or a country lass, probably bordering on the schizophrenic!