When
I was a kid we used to take a lot of family holidays in Donegal, and one of my favourite spots was a weird rock-covered riverbank near Gweedore. Until one day when I was ten or so, and as I picked my way across the boulders I hopped round one particularly large specimen and just missed sticking my foot into a dead dog. The front half was pretty much intact, with the lips drawn back from its teeth and even, I would swear, a tongue and staring, glassy eyes, although I might have invented that. In retrospect I presume it died in situ, because it was clear that the tide only came about halfway up its body; its whole back half was stripped to the bone. Never felt keen about going back there.
(Wong Fei-Hung - now with added flickr.com (see profile), Fri 8 Apr 2011, 2:46, Reply)