If I come out here before work, when the morning light is seeping in from the East, I find myself in quite a different garden. There is real peace here in the moments before the day begins. Hank joins me as I wander around this tiny patch. He sniffs and I search for slugs. Sometimes I have bagged up to thirty in a single morning’s cull. This year, my efforts in February to completely douse the garden in pellets has paid off, and my catch is significantly diminished.