The sky was coloured like soft sealskin early this morning, and though I know I should be working away at 'I am Cat' I can't help but walk out to search again for seals. Across the water from Ramsey's beaches seal song drifts into hearing mingling with sea song and bird cry. This time walking from the lifeboat station at St Justinians along the cliffs above Ramsey Sound.
And today there are seals, and pups, porpoise and gannets, raven, jackdaws in skeins across the sea, bright chough with curved scarlet beaks, small flocks of bell voiced birds and parasol mushrooms in plenty. And this time I had my long lens and a charged battery on the camera.
She wore a sealskin coat that was dappled like the stones. Her flippers were like the rich dark ribbons of kelp, eyes dark pools of the soul as she stroked her child's head. So beautiful. When you sit for a while and watch you realise that it is hardly a surprise that everywhere there are seals there are also stories of seals.