Speeding towards the horizon, the overcast sky and silvery-green water looked as though it streched on forever. We scanned all around. We were close now, but so far there was still no sign of the creatures that we had come here looking for. There were four of us in the boat: me, my sister and two friends. My sister and I had been invited out in their RIB (Rigid inflatable boat) which resembles a speed boat, in the hope of seeing grey seals.
Paralleled by the mainland on one side and an island on the other, we were heading to the newly uncovered sandbanks revealed by the receeding tide.
Flecks of salty sea spray spattered my face. A flock of turnstones raced along with the boat beating their striped wings at top speed.
I’m unsure who first spotted the ashen face moving through the murky water, but the alarm was sounded and the engine quickly turned off. Excited mutterings echoed around the boat. The seal was stilll quite a way off, when our friend behind the wheel began singing a high pitched, out of tune song. ‘Opera’ I was informed was the way to make the seal come closer. I am unsure whether there is any truth in this theory, but on this occasion his eccentric ploy payed off. There we were in the little boat bobbing up and down in the current listening to our friends’ shrill song ringing out over the waves, eyes all fixed on the seal. I lined my lens up as best I could. Inexperienced at shooting on water, I pressed the shutter whenever the seal came into frame. We were moving, the seal was moving and the water was moving. Needless to say, success rates were low and I was beginning to feel slightly sick. Another snout and two more glossy black eyes appeared above the surface, coming to investigate the strange sounds emitting from our boat.
The one closest lifted its head and shoulders from the water looking over towards the land, then disappeared head first, allowing us a glimpse of its arching back and slate grey flippers.
As they departed we went to investigate the sandbanks. Three large mottled bodies lay spralled out on the banks. It was hard to believe that they were the same creatures that I had seen only moments earlier in their element, blending with the waves.
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