For Cathy (and not for the squeamish)

Posted on June 6, 2006 by The Night Writer

Cathy in the Wright is always on the lookout for dead things, and likes to post pictures of these carcasses when she finds them. Here, just for her and anyone else with the stomach for it is a photo of something we found washed up on the rocks on the beach in Quilty, Ireland.

(Click to see the photo, if you’re strong enough:)

It smelled worse than Marmite.

Yes, that’s right, we went to the beach! It was hot!

Peace out!

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2 thoughts on “For Cathy (and not for the squeamish)”

Kevin on June 6, 2006 at 11:41 pm said:

Hmmmm, bet it tastes like bald eagle
MallDiva on June 12, 2006 at 10:36 pm said:

That’s icky.

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