At low tide at Kilve these strange rock formations are revealed stretching quite far out to sea – they look like great wrought paving slabs that have been buckled by an known force.
Apparently, so the internet said, the best place to find fossils is at the low tide point, but of course I was already determined to walk as far out as I could – this just gave me another reason to do so.
Kainaat isn’t so keen. He is a dog. He likes things to be clear cut; black and white; land or water. He clearly didn’t particularly want to be clambering about on these strange rocks in the gloaming half light, but he is a faithful friend and he doggedly followed me out to the furthest rocks and then barked in a somewhat disapproving manner with his most serious face.
I looked for fossils and Kainaat whined.
I don’t have the eye for finding amber or shark’s teeth or fossils. But that’s OK as I am more interested in the search than the finding; the journey than the arriving; the doing than the having.
So we started to wander back towards East Qunatoxhead and along the beach nearer the high tide mark.
Suddenly, out of the blue, there it was a magnificent fossil. it was huge. I squeaked, Kainaat sighed.
I know the photo looks like I found a mitten and positioned it next to a fossil so you would know it was a regular-sized mitten and not a mini one, but really it was the other way around!
We left the fossil there so others could find it too …. and yes it was way too big for me to move, but that was besides the point.