A day in Oban

To check out some paint and stock up the freezer and pantry. All went well including all ferry business, as in no cancellations, the booking system was good and at long last we don’t need to have a paper copy.

Our picnic was eaten over looking the beach at Ganavan, a drizzly day with no walk although this herring gull entertained us for a while. Fortunately we caught an earlier ferry home, packed in at the rear end of the vessel. Very happy about that.

Just remembered, the second extra is a photo taken after 10.00 last night. John spotted two slugs entwined, hanging from a mucous like thread, astonishing to see, a few minutes later when returning to take another look a white shaped parachute had dropped. We assumed it was a mating ritual? I didn’t capture the last phase.

Hmnn, found this on the guardian site:
Like aerial contortionists performing corde lisse in the circus, the slugs spiralled and spun on their rope. As leopard slugs are hermaphrodites and the gonopore is located on the right side of the head, they rotated clockwise so that their genital openings aligned. Once both slugs had everted their penes, they entwined them, pressing the flanged ends against one another and fanning them out to form a translucent petalled globe. Eyestalks bobbing, they exchanged spermatophores, compact capsules of sperm. This task complete, the mating was swiftly concluded.