Spare a thought for sea creatures.

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I sat in the sunshine up at Skernaghan Point this afternoon, well away from the frivolity of the beach where pasty white bodies were all turning crimson. There were sheep in the paddock, loads of them, all bleating. One enormous mother of twins eyed me with suspicion and indignation and she intimidated me a bit. A deep rumbly hum sounded and it neither me, a sheep nor a crimson beach goer; it was the low churning of the ferry arriving from Scotland. I photographed it through the brambles as you can see, and felt for the sea life being disturbed by the metal leviathan groaning loudly.