Stonewalking

I'm sure an oceanographer or geologist who had thought about the matter could come up with an explanation for why most of the stones on one stretch of beach would be rough and irregular while a few hundred yards away, just around a little rocky spit, there would be a collection of smooth and sometimes strikingly symmetrical cobbles, but I'm happy just to take it for granted. Some of these stones look like they could have been shaped by human hands; others look like bird's eggs (and you can see why some shore birds have evolved to lay eggs that look like stones).

After a stretch of cold weather and an accumulation of snow, yesterday the weather was fine and we went for a walk when the tide was out. A wide expanse of sandy flat came up from the water's edge, with a band of stranded seaweed at its upper margin, and then the ridge of stones where only the highest tides reach. I picked up a couple of the smaller and more perfect ones to bring home as paperweights or curios, but they were best appreciated in situ.

I spotted one well-worn brick that had undergone the same process as the natural cobbles and had long since lost any trace of the markings of its maker. And although most of the shapes were abstract, the stone below, which melded two different types of rock, reminded me of a ram's head in profile.

Eventually these stones will erode away or will be buried deep in the sand, never to be seen again, mixed in with twisted scraps of broken lobster pots, gull feathers, and the empty carapaces of crabs. But for now they seem to offer a quiet witness to something, though what it is isn't clear or lies beyond our ability to understand.