Sunday, October 30, 2011

One Good Turn...



.....deserves another so the saying goes.

It's been a week since we got back from welcoming our grand-daughter into the fold up country; two since we've even seen the ocean, let alone got into it for some waves.

On the last occasion of course I experienced that 'guardian angel' moment with a local seal. Something not easily forgotten even if it wasn't as it seemed when filtered through a human mind.

Today though we had no inclination to go surfing, being just glad to get to Godrevy, to bound the hound and get some fresh sea air into our lungs having been couped up all the day before. We'll ignore the day to day 'joys' of trying to balance the books in such trying times too!

Once Charlie had finally negotiated the pathway up to the lifeguard hut at the north end of the beach, with his usual nasal thoroughness, we couldn't help but notice that there appeared to be a young seal beached at the waterline.

Other beach users and the lifeguards had clocked this as well and were keeping a watching brief. There was nothing else for it but to take a closer look ourselves.

The Seal Sanctuary at Gweek had been alerted and were on the way we discovered when reaching the scene. The pup it was clear was not a happy chappy, although not in any immediate danger, so when concluding a very pleasant conversation with some visitors from Crowthorne, we continued our walk in the direction of the lighthouse. The ebbing tide being a fair way out already from shore.

Wandering back, we could see that two individuals were now in attendance of the stricken marine mammal, and so decided to see how things were going.

As it turned out, the poor thing had, as suspected taken a battering in the heavy surf. It'd also taken a bit of stick from another creature un-identified, and had it seemed been parted from it's mother. And not as I'd thought already been weaned and looking out for itself.

The decision had been made to take it back to Gweek and the feisty fellow had been secured in a rather nifty carrier, ready for transporting back to the National Trust car park. A fair trudge from this point too. So, yours truly offered some brawn, to help carry it back; load it into a more secure cage, and into the back of the awaiting seal taxi. The least I could do I thought.

Charlie wisely kept a safe distance all the way, and maintained such once the tricky process of transfer from pouch to cage to car began. Wise too, given the sharp pointy things the young un had at the mouth end. Something I knew but still briefly forgot when trying to manoeuvre the cage inside the vehicle, but luckily got away with as pup was distracted elsewhere!

Karma satisfied then and with the full quota of digits!

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