Situations can change, Murphy’s Law-style. Sometimes as soon as I have submitted this column. And so it was with the cute marine monster that recently took up residence on the riverbank in this country town. For no sooner had I announced Signor Seal’s departure than he decided to return.
When I wandered up the floodplain a few days later, there was the fat little fellow, yawning as he twiddled his thumbs (or so it seemed), stretching out one flipper and then the other, before leaning his bulk to one side to fan his impressive tail.
Which means the crowds are back too.