I go for a walk along the beach, its a beauiful day, the tourists have gone and its just me and the surf . I decide to go round the headland to the next beach. No big deal but then I spot something washed up against the rocks........it looks like a seal, far to big for your average fish, so I investigate along with three beach dogs who are equally inquisitive.
But its not a seal, it's a baby whale a metre plus in length long! Even the dogs cant believe it! So what can I do? I know I will phone wifey.......Why? No idea but seemed the right thing to do and as long as she did not recommend mouth to mouth I am ok.'
'Are you sure its a whale?' , 'Of course I am! ' . 'I have seen lots of National Geographic so I do recognise a whale.....I know my fish!'
The really odd thing it had not been 'Gregory'd' in any way, [as in Gregory Peck- perhaps its before your time], no marks nothing very odd, so what to do....nothing I carry on.
At the other end of the beach I meet a weathered fisherman and we get talking about the 'beastie', he tries to tell me its a dolphin but I know my fish! He calls over one of his crew, asks if it smells and I ask if he means the whale or his chappie and as i say 'Neither but one may be turning...' off we go back to the scene. He is very keen and walks ahead and I notice how he walks, think he may be 'Rodger the Cabin Boy' as in Captain Pugwash but decide not to think about it.....best not to......
We arrive at the rocks, he proceeds to prod the corpse, sniffs the air and then finally tries to pick it up by the tail, it really is 4 feet tall, with a bulbous head and horizontal tail, its a whale!!!!!
'Its a flying fish!' cries the fisherman. There is no way this thing could be a flying fish , flying fish are streamlined and sleek , this thing might have been able to come to the surface and 'flop over, very dramatic but no way could it be said to be flying!
Then it dawns on me why there is so much interest, it does not smell and it looks as if its just been caught.....oh my god.....its tandoor time or perhaps the making of a very large pot of fish curry rice . Bet it tastes of chicken!
So 'Wee Willy' is no more. R.I.P.
But its not a seal, it's a baby whale a metre plus in length long! Even the dogs cant believe it! So what can I do? I know I will phone wifey.......Why? No idea but seemed the right thing to do and as long as she did not recommend mouth to mouth I am ok.'
'Are you sure its a whale?' , 'Of course I am! ' . 'I have seen lots of National Geographic so I do recognise a whale.....I know my fish!'
The really odd thing it had not been 'Gregory'd' in any way, [as in Gregory Peck- perhaps its before your time], no marks nothing very odd, so what to do....nothing I carry on.
At the other end of the beach I meet a weathered fisherman and we get talking about the 'beastie', he tries to tell me its a dolphin but I know my fish! He calls over one of his crew, asks if it smells and I ask if he means the whale or his chappie and as i say 'Neither but one may be turning...' off we go back to the scene. He is very keen and walks ahead and I notice how he walks, think he may be 'Rodger the Cabin Boy' as in Captain Pugwash but decide not to think about it.....best not to......
We arrive at the rocks, he proceeds to prod the corpse, sniffs the air and then finally tries to pick it up by the tail, it really is 4 feet tall, with a bulbous head and horizontal tail, its a whale!!!!!
'Its a flying fish!' cries the fisherman. There is no way this thing could be a flying fish , flying fish are streamlined and sleek , this thing might have been able to come to the surface and 'flop over, very dramatic but no way could it be said to be flying!
Then it dawns on me why there is so much interest, it does not smell and it looks as if its just been caught.....oh my god.....its tandoor time or perhaps the making of a very large pot of fish curry rice . Bet it tastes of chicken!
So 'Wee Willy' is no more. R.I.P.
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