Busy, busy

You know how it is. I haven't posted for a few days because I've been rushed off my... oh, I don't know. Whatever that thing is you get rushed off.

Building a Snow Whelk

Well I can't. I can't make a snow whelk. The snow melts when it hits the sea, and I don't have any hands.

Somebody say something?

Sometimes you reckon you hear somebody say something.

But then you remember we're all gastropods and what have you. So it must be your imagination.

It can prey on your mind, being a whelk.

Cold

Now that is cold.

Candlemas

They've been polishing up the Church ready for tomorrow. They're going to have a big day tomorrow. And then it all gets dull till Easter.

It's so much easier being a whelk. Every day's just the same. Eat a barnacle, sit in the water, watch the tide go in and out. I'm thinking tomorrow I'll go for a jog. Should I unexpectedly grow some legs.

Sharing the Peace with Barnacles

I did hear that the humans in the church have a "sharing of the peace" in their church. We tried it with the barnacles, but they got wise after we ate the first seven.

Epiphany

The humans have a sad look about them now, as they carry on whatever strange business they do. Some have started talking of "holidays", but with a far-away look on their faces.

It seems odd, as this place is somewhere people come for holidays - so you would think the people that live here are happy all the time. Instead, they just look sad and mumble about "Visa bills".