Flotsam and Jet Sharks

  Well, perhaps not an actual jet-propelled shark, but it made you look, didn't it?!

A smallspotted catshark. Maybe?

  A surprisingly warm and sunny morning had me yearning for a beach walk to make up for the disappointly overcast one last weekend. In a moment of ibuprofen-fuelled charity*, I rang The Mother and asked if both she and The Father would like to come with me.

  They said "Yes".

  Bugger.

  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.

  Yay!

Jets. Not Jet-sharks. Unless...

Well, it certainly looks like a jet-propelled shark.

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  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).

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  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 obsess about analyse it).

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  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.