Down to Meadfoot beach to look for shags.
But they were all over on Thatcher Rock, too far away to see (or picture).
So lets picture something nearer to hand
Like this sea anemone.
Everywhere around these rockpools I was seeing paintings
These golden globby globs were ubiquitous (and possibly pernicious?)
These barnacles looked like they were making their way towards somewhere; they positively bristled with intent (even though they were perfectly static)
I gently touched this anemone.
It grabbed and glibbered my fingers tight shut in. The sensation mildly shocking.
Having your fingers unexpectedly suckered in by a sea anemone is vaguely unpleasant, but also, er, strangely erotic.
Pics & Words: Ian Nisbet