I think the weather always looks worse when you’re looking at it through the window. The grey dreary sky, the rain dripping down the glass, a plastic bag blowing across the road. Brave a trip to a park, a local nature reserve or further afield onto the hills of the Mendips or the forests of the Wye Valley, and suddenly the weather doesn’t seem so bad.
‘It’s raining leaves!’ My group of 11 year olds look up and see a shower of yellow, orange, brown and red leaves, dislodged from the trees above them by a sudden gust of wind, gently falling, accompanied by fat droplets of water. This is a new experience for them. They are on a school visit to Feed Bristol (our urban nature and community food growing site), and are holding pots full of slugs and snails, searched for under soggy logs. These maligned creatures have gained the respect of their human captors through their slime trails, their surprising speed, and their 400 million year evolutionary journey. One child has named his slug ‘Boris’ and wants to take him home to meet his family. He tells me ‘this is the best school trip ever’.