Jellyfish

In the course of asking Cortana about the serious track-side fire at Waterloo today, I was offered this snap of a large jellyfish, somewhere in Cornwall.

Taken by one Dan Abbott, a diver and wildlife photographer.

While we have seen maybe six jelly fish in the course of our holiday here on the Isle of Wight, all stranded on sand flats as the tide went out, one up-side-down and as large as a foot across, with striking antennae outside and striking patterns inside, but most of the others were much smaller and rather dull looking. Not in the same league as this monster at all and I shall probably desist from sharing any snaps.

Our family record for jelly fish must have been Red Wharf Bay in Anglesea in the early 1960's, when this huge area of sand seemed to be covered with them. Mainly in the dessert plate to dinner plate size band. Put one right off swimming there. A holiday when we probably stayed in Benllech, possibly in the days when young couples would live in the garage of their seaside bungalow while rent paying holiday makers stayed in the big house. An arrangement which I would not care for now, but did not mind then. And I dare say people of my parents' generation who went through the travails of wartime and postwar housing were more used to making do.