A friend of my father’s had marked a small X on the corner of our road map where, he said, we would come across a beach where all the stones had holes in them. My father said we must find him a good stone with perfect holes in it, one better than all of those his friend had collected over the course of many visits. One in which he could store pens.
Because John and I both like the seaside and because we are the sort of people who didn’t really have any other plans, we set off. It took us two journeys and a total of more than three hours lost in farmland arguing over directions and trying to guess which way the sea was but eventually, on both occasions, we reached the coast.
It was a strange landscape with shrubs and dunes and sand and huge flat stony planes which looked as though they should be submerged. There were large boulders dotted around and rock-pools with small bits of other life. Also, there were a great many stones with holes in them.
It was a good mystery. We talked a lot about what sort of worms might be eating the stones, about how big or small they might be, and whether these worms were ancient creatures – long dead, or contemporary modern day beings. We walked five miles until we reached some red cliffs with bigger holes where we thought the worms might live. We walked a long way until we became so tired that we believed that the worms were invisible and then we started to see holes in ourselves. But perhaps we had not brought sufficient food for such an exciting excursion.
These are the things which we noted: the stones definitely had holes in them. The holes were of varying sizes, and in most cases the size of hole was relative to the size of stone. It wasn’t just one type of rock which was being eaten but a variety of types. The holes were deep, almost tunnelling right through, too deep to be caused by the small pebbles which sometimes get in the way of large and important rock formation. We also found stones with almost-holes, with circular marks where we were certain that a hole would soon appear. All of this was very interesting…
You are probably wondering now, what sort of jewellery one would wear when on a coastal pursuit of giant rock-eating worms. Well, here you go… It was mostly green and I also wore a turban.
In part 2 of this post I will disclose all answers: what had been eating the stones and how big it was and whether we found one or not. But for now, why not browse my SHOP for similar jewellery should you yourself go on this sort of a hunt.