On account of recent mouth surgery I feel justified in not going back to work this afternoon. In a pain-killeresque environment, I notice that there is a very low tide. This must have something to do with the spring and the full moon but I admit that I do not really understand tides. Being perfectly placed to do so I feel a little ashamed and determine to learn more.
I go for a ramble.
There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. Omitted, all the voyage of their life is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat. And we must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures.
Is there anything better than wandering around warm rock pools?
A sea slug. UCSC
“With fronds like these, who needs anemones?”
I ate your Father. Sorry.
Tigh na Mara from the sea
Don’t step on my…..
At this, the young man bent down, picked up yet another starfish, and threw it into the ocean. As it met the water, he said,
“It made a difference for that one.”
This is a living creature.
On the rocks
There is something very special about doing this sort of thing on a Thursday afternoon. Even if you have to have surgery to justify it.
The Quiet Ripple Defines The Pond 
Amazing creatures you’ve got outside your door! Thanks for undergoing the surgery to bring them to us.