Praa Sands

Day two of the cornwall trip, and we went to the beach.

You will have to excuse my bung eye. I blame the head-falling-off incedent. I've never been quite right since.

This is me trying to talk to some mussels, but they weren't having it. Later i found a starfish, and it was very chatty indeed. Lovely fellow. Was interviewed for Creature Comforts, apparantly.

I then decided to go a bit crazy, and found myself a bit too near the edge of the cliffs. It was a bit dicey for a while, as a big wave nearly swept me off, so i had a word with a nearby limpet, named Clive, and he said that as I am not a gastropod with superior suction, i wouldn't be very safe on the cliff. I thought he may be taking drugs, but i got the jist of what he was saying, and headed further in shore.

After my near death experience, i decided to enjoy the sea in a much safer way, at my own little private beach area.

Wasn't too keen at first, as i can't quite trust my paint to not fall off and become a sea water absorbing clay sponge type creature, but after a while, i plucked up the courage.

Was quite nice actually, until a limpet tried to attach itself to me, obviously mistaking me for some algae cover rock, probably on account of the fact that they ahve no eyes. Daft creatures.