A walk to the Sea

The sea was full this morning; overflowing at the edges and pushing at the base of the cliffs. No wind so no waves but the swell was well over 2m. I had hoped a cetacean or two may break the surface but only a couple of Grey Seals put in an appearance.

Skylarks gave a backing to the percussion of Great Tits as I arrived at the cliff top. Plenty of Red-throated Divers still and the odd Brent moving West and then presumably back North; even a Great crested Grebe was on the sea evading the attentions of fish stealing gulls. However, there were a few new kids on the block. The Fulmars were back. On the cliffs, on the sea and gliding effortlessly by. Spring is around the corner.

Oil on troubled waters

Many years ago I remember having a conversation with a certain young lady. She must have been about seven at the time.

“What’s that?” she said; remarking on the bottle I was holding.

“It’s Cod-liver Oil” said I.

“What’s Cod-liver Oil?” she said.

“Well … it’s for grown-ups … its good for you … and it tastes nice”

Ok, Ok that last bit may have been a slight exaggeration … but it is good for you!

Of course she wanted to try it.

After a rather large spoonful was dispensed I have never seen anyone move to the fridge and down half a pint of milk straight from the bottle so quickly.

As I tipped a few bottles of Cod-liver oil into the chum we were mixing the other weekend I couldn’t help smiling to myself as I was remembered that conversation.

On this occasion the Fulmars were much more appreciative.