I acknowledge. This is not a picture that will gain me a Fellowship of the Royal Photographic Society.
If you have been reading this blog for a year or more, then hopefully you will remember the time I spent with the Jelly Fish in the Cockle Ponds here in Gosport. I was very disappointed toward Autumn when the ponds were flushed and I waved goodbye to my thousands of pets as they embarked upon their great oceanic adventure.
Most mornings when out for my constitutional I walk past the Cockle Ponds, and I look to see if there are any signs of life. Apart from the occasional crab, or very small fish there has been nothing since the Aurelia Auritan Exodus (sorry, except for the ‘n’ at the end of Aurita’ that’s the Latin for the Moon Jelly Fish. Jelly Fishian Exodus just didn’t sound right).
Before today, the last time I walked past the Cockle Ponds was yesterday. The water was a bit rough, relatively for the ponds, but I couldn’t see anything.
I was joking about the jelly fish as I approached the ponds this morning, it had even been suggested that it was too cold for them. More with a forlorn hope than anything, I walked along the edge of the pond looking in. Then I noticed something, Thinking that it was a bit of plastic I stopped to see if it offered a photographic opportunity, Then I realised it was moving. Then I realised it was a Jelly Fish. With great excitement, I informed the #Breakfastclub. Was this the first and solitary, or might there be more?
Oh My!! Were there more? Oh you bet there were. I wonder when they hatched? All at the same time? There are thousands of them. None very big, the largest I saw was about an inch across.
Well, that’s it then. My pets are back. I shall take immense pleasure in reporting on the coming weeks and months until they embark once again on their great adventure at sea.