Day 5 (Wed 14th October)
The day began with another of my scrambled egg mish mash on toast extravaganzas, swilled down with coffee brewed strong enough to kill aquatic life. In all honesty, the mish mash really could have done with some diced red pepper, tomatoes and chilli powder, but we lacked those. Once again The Ghost declined to join our feasting, preferring to stick with the safety and comfort provided by a cigarette and bottle of fizzy pop. His finger still looked decidedly bruised, battered and broken, but he seemed in better spirits than yesterday. Eventually we were ready to hit St Agnes in search of rare plants and adventure.
The Ghost had red hot gen for Argentine Dock on Gugh and the tide was sufficiently low upon our arrival that we could casually saunter across the temporarily exposed sand bar from Aggie to Gugh. But no sooner had we set foot on the bar than Tiny spotted some rockpools. "Do we have time to quickly check these?" he asked, striding purposefully away from us towards the sea. Ha, I guess so buddy!
Within no time at all, Tiny was busily finding stuff. So busily finding stuff, in fact, that he couldn't tear himself away from the pools long enough to even take a photo of our findings. Luckily, his big hairy entourage fella was there to help out. Personally, I was glad to see the oafish brute put to use at last, the freeloading so and so...
|Two-spot Goby, as modelled by Gary. Or Gerry. Or something. Nice scarf...|
|Now you see it...|
|...now you don't!|
|It's just behind the middle-distance rocks - honestly!|
|It's pretty feckin amazing, eh!|
|FFS TinyPerv! Is nothing sacred?|
|A female Myathropa florea sunning itself on German-ivy|
|A female Calliphora vicina also sunning itself on German-ivy|