As a child I had a horror of seaweed. I would never go into the ocean if there was any seaweed around – I refused to walk through it, fearing it would wrap around my ankles – or worse, there would be a crab hiding in it to pinch my toes. I have a vague memory of that actually happening which might have started my concern – but I might have invented that memory!
However, seaweed on the beach – before it dries out into rotting smelling brown mounds, is actually quite fascinating – interesting colours, textures and forms. These were taken at Goolwa and Middleton in South Australia.
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