In sight and sound

Mrs Seal was keeping an eye on her pup which I could hear but not see in the cove below. It must have been hidden by the overhang at the bottom of the cliff.
Mum was lolling in the water several yards out, gently bobbing in the swell. Each time she dipped and surfaced  she  glistened as if newly oiled. She wasn't going far and when her baby's cries grow frantic and her milk comes back in she will leave her watery element and wriggle back across the rocks to feed it.