|You think they're cuddly, I think they're sinister.|
|perambulating like a sir.|
I tried my hand a photographing mini beasts, but my camera isn't up to the task. Mind you, did get some evidence of wading birds pillaging the worm population.
|Worm CSI had no problem with this case.|
Meh, never mind, one day I will have a nice one. Whilst observing the mini shrimps that fled from me in their rock pools <I felt like I was their god. Hmm..... we have Cthulhu, I wonder if there is a shrimp author somewhere that tells tales of a giant tentacle-less pink otherworldly god, who wears a terrible hat> I happened upon a strange object. A green ball about the size of a large grape bobbing beneath the surface, so I retrieved it. It was slimy, cold and flopped flat in my palm. Ladies and gentlemen, I can proudly announce .... I found some sea snot! I can only conclude that a mermaid with sinusitis had been in the area recently.
|What in the name of the old ones is it?|
We asked a local dog walker, a sweet man with a really hairy nose, if he knew what it might be. He replied "David Cameron's brain". Topical but not especially helpful. I set the aquatic nose goblin free in a rock pool, and we wandered back into the woods, passing through some small narrow arches in these random big stone walls that litter the area, like the walls of some stately home, but in splendid decay, and growing out of the woods, like some beautiful, corrupt, Narnia.
The fresh air was quite knackering and we spent most of the evening clapped out, me on my bean bag with the orange nightmare asleep and farting on my chest.