Yesterday on our scenic drive to Carlingford (we were actually following the signs that said “scenic route”), we stopped at a beach in Clogherhead. The dark brown sand was smooth, except for little noodle-looking piles, extruded from some sea creature we assume. A few folks let their dogs frolic in the surf, and a group of youths were participating in calisthenics, possibly training with
the nearby life preserving centre.
The edge of the beach was rocky, creating a rugged landscape of barnacles and clear pools, a haven for snails. The air was sweet and salty, the scent of flowers caught up in the sea breeze. We loved exploring these rock pools.
Who made these?
Update: The “sand strings” are made by lugworms. -bg
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