Well, perhaps not an actual jet-propelled shark, but it made you look, didn't it?!
|A smallspotted catshark. Maybe?|
They said "Yes".
As it happens, they only made it as far as the third groyne before they'd had enough, and went back for a cup of coffee at the Cliff Top Cafe, leaving me to soldier on alone.
|Jets. Not Jet-sharks. Unless...|
|Well, it certainly looks like a jet-propelled shark.|
I found this smallspotted catshark laying on the sand right at the top of the beach near the revetments. It was quite dead - probably stranded when the tide went out, or deposited there by a dog (there were plenty of paw prints around).
I gave it a rinse off as it was covered in sand (see the first photo at the beginning of this post), and took the following photos. I left it in a little pool for the incoming tide to take away (last photo).
This wooden dragonfly (and woodlice/pillpugs) are relatively new additions to the sculpture garden on Overstrand High Street. That giant spider in the second photo was last seen here (which reminds me: I had a dream about Razorlock, my one-time ginger supermarket lust object, the night before last - I must
I have more photos, but I haven't sorted through them yet, so I'll post those another day. Probably this weekend.
* I've been taking ibuprofen for my sciatica, and I've recently discovered that as well as elevating one's blood pressure (bah!), it also elevates one's mood.