Printed in the sands at Littleferry today were the memories of hundreds of events between this morning's one o'clock high tide and our arrival around ten. In this little backwater, just inside the entrance to Loch Fleet, was the evidence of....
....the circular to-and-fro of the wavelets as the tide fell through the early hours, and....
....the memory of scavengers – two of these are hermit crabs – that worked the sands as the tide ebbed.
Out on the ripplemarked main beach, with the tide in full flood, a pattern of....
....bubbles, like tiny underwater volcanoes, gave away the entrances to hundreds of worm holes, until moments before being probed by a flock of oystercatchers.
A little further along, a single track, from just above the high-tide mark to the advancing front of the sea, told the story of a small seal which pulled itself onto the beach at high tide but chose to drag itself down the beach at low, while, not much further along....
....multiple tracks along and up-and-down the beach showed how an otter had been enjoying the sands some time before the first dog-walkers arrived.
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