Chance encounter.

Along our beach this morning and the dog wuffed at someone in the distance on our favourite sand spit (I have blipped it many times, this being one of them). The guy was very interested on the ground, stopping to pick things up. Any way he was far off and the camera was pushed beyond its limits as you can tell by the quality. Some time later we met up on the foreshore. I asked if he had found anything interesting. Well the next ten minutes were fascinating. From his pockets he produced several rocks (but they were not rocks!). They had a flinty quality but not as glassy.as flint. Fossilised dinosaur bones! Spinal vertebra. He pointed out all the key features, size, shape, indentations, even showed how two of them fitted together. He was a palaeontologist from Carluke and reckoned there was pretty much a whole dinosaur scattered about the foreshore. His best guess was an adult megladon (big shark) but he was trusting in the university to make a proper identification.

Meantime the dog chewed a stick. Murdo has no interest in something that existed more than three and a half million years ago but I bet he wouldn't bark at it.