When, this lunchtime, Canis croxorum and I came across this on Cromer Beach

a spacecraft, wrecked on Cromer Beach, earlier today.
my first impulse was to say ‘Bang goes my last chance to get back to the mothership. I’ll have to stay on this planet forever!’ Here is another view, with dog for scale.

Crashed Escape Pod (with dog)
But then I looked more closely, so admiring as I was of the crop of stalked barnacles.

Blistering Stalked Barnacles, Batman! (Arsenic-metabolizing bacteria not pictured)
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Cool! And when you go back tomorrow, there’ll probably be a bunch of lost boats that grounded themselves when the buoy disappeared!
There was a fishing boat, just out to sea, looking rather lost.
Lovely barnacles! But they are just regular acorn barnacles who were battling it out for space, not gooseneck (stalked) barnacles. They got all tall to reach the most delicious plankton, but the tradeoff is that it’s pretty easy to get broken off in that morphology. Which is what happened to their lil buddies.
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Thanks Miriam!
Fair seas on the new voyage! Hopefully you will be freed up to discuss rejecting papers in all manner of locations now that you are out from under the eye of sauron.
(thanks for the peer review Miriam)
It’s a frightening thought, but our American cousins think that you are talking about a Boo-ey, whereas we Brits know that you’re talking about Boys.
The new blodge looks very pretty, Henry, as does the whole setup. NN folk must be kicking themselves to have lost a big chunk of the key talent – and I’m afraid they only had themselves to blame.
What is slightly upsetting – in fact, genuinely very upsetting – is no one asked me if I wanted to play. But I guess I was only ever a hanger-on.
Hey Brian, sorry about that.
What I can do for you is set you up on the Irregulars, and then we can see if everybody wants you aboard. Would that work?
You Maniacs! You blew it up! Ah, damn you! God damn you all to hell!
Oh, wait. Is this the bus to outerspace?
Henry is important: ¿Where is the memorial plaque of the names of GOOFTUGS (the Grand Order of the Unicycling Girrafe)?
Excellent point, Alejandro!
Good point , Alejandro. I’ll have to organise that. Right now I’m a long way from home from the weekend. I’ll do it next week.
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