Moving around the town yesterday was lethal as the previous night's frost had followed a brief shower and had turned the pavements into skating rinks. We had a hard frost again last night but we were able to make our way along the front this morning to....
....the beach to the southwest of the town, where a nine o'clock low tide enabled us to get onto the sands for the first time in over a week, to find....
....that the upper beach, which the early morning high tide hadn't reached, was rimed with frost.
It was wonderful to wander along the sands again with hardly a soul in sight, looking out for anything interesting that had been washed up, which included this rather fine jawbone.
This strange grooved track ran from the high-tide mark some twenty metres or so, almost down to the sea, but....
....the ray which had made it hadn't reached safety and had died out on the sands.
I'm no expert on British ray species but a search on the internet seemed to suggest it might have been a small-eyed ray,
Raja microocellata.
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