Today.

Grandoise, but no weather to be on a beach naturalizing.

Limpet city.

This boulder has been home to limpets (Patella sp) for a long time judging by the many deep scars. The rock is completely seaweed free: the limpets probably graze down any seaweed that grow on its surface. I'd like to know how secure a home this is: I'm going to take my GPS down and fix its position to find out if the winter storms move up around the beach. I'm also going to take my hand-bearing compass for a second fix. I've been a sailor long enough to have seen some very whimsical positions come from GPS machines.

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.