The Rush to the Boxing Day Seals…

If you can’t beat a bull, join ’em. That’s what I always say. So on Boxing Day, forget the Christmas leftovers, hangovers, and all the whiskey we didn’t drink, we get up at the crack of dawn and ready ourselves for the rush to the seals…Yes. It’s off to Donna Nook, wonderful wildlife area and breeding ground for the grey seal. Actually, it’s the tail end (sorry about the pun, I’ve been reading too many cracker jokes), because after two months, many of the females, most of the bulls and comparatively few pups remain.

Wendy (our trusty Sat Nav, if you remember…Wendy Get-there…sister to If-you Get-there) leads us to this bleak spot on Lincolnshire’s East Coast. But when we arrive, we can’t see any seals – only, the odd log and a few large stones in the water…

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On closer inspection, though…

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Maybe they’re not stones or logs at all…

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The fencing, by the way, is to keep those darned humans out. But the camera can play tricks…

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…which just goes to show what a lot of bull Christmas sales are…

and how worthwhile it was to see those Christmas seals…

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