For reasons that my brain has forgotten, Lizzie celebrated Bastille Day last year. Tough day for snails.
First they are humiliated by being thrown in the ring for what I'm sure is a totally enthralling race. You can see they don't have a clue where they're supposed to be going. Plus having a toothpick and blutak stuck to your shell must be disorienting.
But there can only be one winner. Well, unless there's another one on the other side of the circle we can't see.
Not that he's really a winner because he heads off to the pan now. Hang on girls, not yet!
A bit of a scrub and they look like lovely little sea shells
The final step. It looks a bit oily to me. Definitely need some bread to soak that up.