17 Nov 2008

November sky.

The weather has been disgusting, the skies grey, the light flat. I have been a fairweather natural historian and that will never do. This week I will go down to the sea again (what a good line, someone should use it for a poem) and resume. The cliffs will have eroded, the winter tides should have pushed more sand ashore and it's time to mark out some permanent quadrats on the beach and record how the seaweeds and shelly things change over the course of the year.

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