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A Rusting Hulk

Whenever I pass this marine skeleton along Paglesham Creek, I always wonder what it was.

I took this photo ages ago, back in the winter, but it resonates with me now because recently, as I have said, my brain just won’t work. My mind has been like a rusting hulk, run aground and of an unknown provenance. Now, I don’t want to jinx it, but it feels like the tide might have come in overnight and perhaps we are, once again, afloat. Perhaps…

Consulting the Coracle

I know it’s not really a coracle, but never mind.

At least I’ve spared you another delirious rambling about:

* particles *
~ high energy cosmic rays ~
…and a drawing of a neutrino…

Coracle says no