We picnicked by the harbour. I walked to the edge and saw creatures in the water. There were very attractive red jellyfish. I know they are not everyone’s favourites – they are feared as stingers that can cause death – but being objective, I rather like these strange creatures which look rather plant like but seem to lead quite complex lives. And let’s face it, the seals do swim amongst them with no obvious ill effects, and that was what I saw.
Not a great photo and I’ll leave him (or her) for a while since what I got up from the picnic for was to watch a fishing boat coming in.
She’s the Ocean Trust and like many of the water craft here, she’s registered at Oban – OB 381
Our seal was interested too. Maybe fish would come overboard at the unloading.
Crates of fish – I have no idea what – were being found down in the hold. The shellfish were already on the quayside.
I got taken by reflections again. I do not know what the H registration signifies.
Let’s concentrate on our seal for a moment.
My favourite shot now.
What fantastic feet – so wonderfully adapted for propulsion and steering – an absolute beauty is revealed as she or he broke the surface after a dive.
Ocean Trust moved off the unloading
quay. I don’t think the seal got anything and it decided it might as well roll
over on its back and sun its tummy.
I loved the ripply reflections which were created by the movement of the seal. This was a quayside lamp post.
A general view over the harbour – the seal is in it, of course, but one can also see over the sea to Skye.
All went quiet on the seal front and we returned to our picnic. But I spoke to a local chap who said he didn’t think the seals (I had seen three) ever left the harbour and that they had learned the secret of easy living, begging from fishermen.
More from Mallaig next time.
