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Ed's ferocious seal adventure
In 1986 I was bitten by a seal.

At the time, I was an enthusiasic boy of 7. I was on holiday with my family in Cornwall.

We'd decided to go by train, because it was one of those lovely warm days that a trip by train would be very pleasant. Not to mention the fact that the drivers in the family wanted a drink or two in one of the beach cafe's.

It was a beach trip. We were settled in on the harbour beach. As the eager 7 year old I was, myself and my sister were allowed to wander, provided the water didn't go above knee height.

So off we went, and amongst other things found a british shark. Well half of one anyway (yes, it was dead). They're lil diddy things.

After lunch, we got permission to go swimming. Now given that this was the harbour, the water was all relatively shallow and hard to swim in. So off I went, following the harbour wall. To my surprise, around the other side, about 100m off the wall, was what looked like a black bin bag floating in the water. And for some reason, a lot of people just standing on the wall an looking out at it.

I swam over, being public spirited, only to be quite stunned by a head poking out of the water and blowing air out of it's nostrils with an awful lot of pressure.

I was amazed and excited. A real live seal. So I swam back to mum and dad to tell them.

Of course, they wanted to see, so whilst they walked around, I swam back again. By this point, someone had had the bright idea of taking a pleasure boat or 5 and herd the seal in towards the beach.

So of course, I swam out to see 'my friend, the seal'. And then found out that my friend the seal was a remarkably pissed off beasty, and actually, they can move _very_ fast in water. There was a sharp pain in my leg, and I got all together too close to a beasty that was bigger than I was.

It was quite a shock, and I recall not noticing any problems, apart from thinking that it was a bit cross, and perhaps i'd better go in to shore.

So over I swam, and started to climb out. That was when I noticed the blood. I had a line of tooth indentations across my left calf. And they were bleeding. Quite a lot.

There was screaming, there was panic, and there was a very upset 7 year old.

This was when we realised that not having a car was a really inconvenient thing.

Someone dashed off to fetch the harbour master, and it was off to the Edward Haine memorial hospital in the back of his van. Where I queue jumped the pensioners to be seen at once.

This was where I first understood the meaning of suppository. A pain killer.
I also had almost every doctor in the place come and have a look. I mean, as a doctor, you've seen it all before, but a really neato one is something worth a gawk innit? I distinctly remember having a discussion with one (although I can't recall what was said) and found out that he was the ear specialist.

I have a note knocking around somewhere. Signed by the nurse who treated me. (actually, I found it again quite recently). Because I knew that my school mates would just never believe me.

The rest of the holiday was spent out of the sea, bandaged up.

We've never taken the train to St. Ives again.

(Today I've still got the scars, and the note. Despite all these though, my mates at school still didn't believe me ;p)
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From: faerierhona Date: May 1st, 2004 02:08 am (UTC) (Link)
that story was just FAR too cute! AW!!!!!!
scarletdemon From: scarletdemon Date: May 1st, 2004 05:05 am (UTC) (Link)
GREAT story. Wow. My husband says there us a seal sanctuary on the other side of the bay from St. Ives (or something, my geography is WEAK). Will you be fund-raising for it ;).
When my son was 2 we visited the Sea-Life Centre in Brighton, where you were allowed to feed the fish, with special stuff. He held out some food to drop into a tank (I was holding him up), we hadn't seen there was a balcony thing that you should stand on. His hand was a good six inches from the water when a fish leapt out and GRABBED his fingers. He shook it off and screamed, with good reason, as they looked like they'd been sanded! Guess what kind of fish it was? An ILL-TEMPERED SEA-BASS!!!! I kid you not. I was laughing so hard I couldn't comfort him.
Let's face it, aquatic life-forms are all bastards.
sobrique From: sobrique Date: May 1st, 2004 10:20 am (UTC) (Link)
Now that's funny.
nuala From: nuala Date: May 1st, 2004 05:20 am (UTC) (Link)
Thanks for sharing! If I ever make it down to Cornwall again (I've only been the once), I'll be on the look out for seals. ;o)
eithnepdb From: eithnepdb Date: May 1st, 2004 05:57 am (UTC) (Link)
I can't wait for the movie...

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