And, I’m back, myself. From an Easter Weekend away. We went out on an excursion through the Wallasey tunnel,* to the seaside. Photos to come later in the week. H thought about walking out to sea,x to wade across to the Hilbre Islands, but the tide wasn’t quite right, and the water started creeping up to the knee.
Apart from that, we relaxed, unwound, wound up again, that sort of thing. And ate lots of chocolate, jelly and cake, of course, because it’s seasonal. Are there any festivals which aren’t used as an excuse to eat something, even if it’s something not very impressive?
* Fellow Sinister veterans will be pleased to know that I did hum Marx And Engels to myself as we drove.
As the song goes.*
* You know, that song by that woman from Carlisle.
Well, not many words. Yesterday: a walk on the beach.
Driving to work this morning: the sun was warm, and the sky blue. Leaving the office at lunch time: the car was hot, and I zoomed along with the windows down.* “Lovely,” I thought, “why not go to the beach?”
So, I popped down to the seafront, and sat down on the beach with my sandwiches.
And, as soon as I did, the heavens opened. It pissed down.
It’s not quite summer yet.
* and with a Herman Düne album on the stereo.
As you’ve already read elsewhere, the first photos of a live Giant Squid have been released to the world. Unfortunately – even though according to the BBC story, the squid-hunting team took over 550 photos – only a handful have been published; between them the two stories linked here repeat all of the photos in the original research paper. Presumably, the full range of photos goes something like this:
- Photos of murky blue sea with no squid in sight (107 shots)
- Look! Squid! (4 shots)
- Ooh, we’ve captured a tentacle! (2 shots)
- The crew cooks calamari (143 shots)
- Blurry pictures of drunk sailors (314 shots)