PYRTLE
Old Berkshire Boy
Went with my townie sister to the seaside ( Overstrand ) to cool off and she could dip her toes in the quite warm North Sea. Suddenly she shouted out, " Quickly, there's a stranded fish, put it back in." After 30 seconds of rubbish direction I saw this 4 inch thing and picked it up. It flipped out and for a second I thought hmmmmm, not a goby, nor a grey mullet - not seen this but a lightbulb switched on. She was panicking and so hesitantly I picked it up firmly behind the gills. Wham! Resembling a cross between a wasp sting and electric shock I dropped it, with blood pouring from my thumb ( and on Warfarin too ). I sucked the wound and spat out the blood and whatever, spitting it out as I traversed the climb back to the car. 10 mins later and at Cromer A and E, the numbness and pain soon went after the nurse got me to immerse my hand in hot water.
She proudly said, " Our first weever fish casualty of the summer ".
I didnt stick to my rule, " Dont interfere with nature ". Just a purple mark where it got me, but a new species - painfully.
She proudly said, " Our first weever fish casualty of the summer ".
I didnt stick to my rule, " Dont interfere with nature ". Just a purple mark where it got me, but a new species - painfully.
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