Can’t make it darling, plans delayed by pinniped!
Nov.29, 2006, filed under Miscellany
So. On Tuesday Munky and I decided to go for a walk to the end of the harbour. You can see the end of the harbour from our window, and the lighthouse that blinks on and off at night. It was a nice day and it seemed a reasonable enough thing to do. We had plans to go over to Embra and visit Run and Become but it wouldn’t take long to walk to the end of the pier.
The pier is part of the old disused harbour, past the flour millers:
It’s sort of run-down and dilapidated. They’re probably going to develop it soon. We walked a bit further on and saw a gate:
Luckily the gate had a gap in it so we could squeeze through:
We refused to be daunted by the nasty wire:
And before long we were nearing the end of the pier:
It was all a bit Silent Hill, really:
We had to climb some steps:
You’ll never guess what we found. We certainly wouldn’t have guessed it would be there. We were so astonished by what we found that we spent the entire trip home asking each other whether we’d really seen what we thought we’d just seen. Munky had to go back to take these pictures, because otherwise we couldn’t be sure we weren’t imagining it. How had it happened? How had it got there? Did it fly? Was it magically transported by one of the Tomorrow People? Had it been dropped there by a very, very, very large seagull that had been hoping for a nice snack? Was it the result of some little known superhero with a practically useless superpower?
How? Why? What for? All these questions tumbled and whirled around in our heads and we were so confused we failed to make it to Embra but hung around at home motorboating instead.
What was the source of this confusion? Why, I’ll tell you. Morris. That’s what. Morris was the source of the confusion.
Morris is a grey seal pup, and we have absolutely no clue how he made it along quarter of a mile of harbour wall, through a fence, up two flights of steps over another broken fence and into the hut. No idea at all.
And neither did the very nice man from the SSPCA who came about an hour and a half later to rescue him.
I tell you: Morris may look unbearably adorable, but he was a vicious little blighter with a temper problem and big bloody teeth.
That’s why we had to put him in a bag:
There may be video of that at some point, if Munky gets around to putting it on YouTube.
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Singularity
~something that is singular as (a) a separate unit, or (b) unusual or distinctive manner or behavior; PECULIARITY;
~the quality or state of being singular;
~a point at which the derivative of a given function of a complex variable does not exist but every neighborhood of which contains points for which the derivative exists;
~a point or region of infinite mass density at which space and time are infinitely distorted by gravitational forces and which is held to be the final state of matter falling into a black hole. Sight
