Our four headed search party is ready for it. The tide is mid way and on its way to low. We are supposed to see them now on Staffin Beach: the dinosaur tracks. Bring it on!
We are all alone here… Not really sure how they look like, how big or small they are and where to look, we think we are looking for 50 cm long tracks close to the sea line. We think.
While the wind is blowing and the drizzling rain is trying to distract us, we keep on watching the sand and stones as if we are blood hounds. This is such a funny sight. We are so excited (especially the adults) that we might actually see dinosaur tracks… My friend in her attempt is moving closer and closer to the water, already 1 cm in. It is not good weather for a swim…. She really doesn’t want to miss this opportunity, it might be half a meter further… This is so great about her, the relentless drive and positivism, the laughs, impulsively doing what pops up in her brain, such a great travel companion.
My daughter starts to think that we are doing something wrong. Guess she is the only one today who has put on the switch “activate brains”. She goes back up to the parking lot and studies the board. Yes, there is a board, but in our enthusiasm, we didn’t have time to read stuff, we went straight to the beach. She starts giving directions and makes us understand that we should be looking for something much bigger than 50 cm… we are looking for DINOSAUR tracks, not big foot. Oeps.
Isn’t it great that something stupid like walking on a beach in search for tracks is such big fun. It costs zero, totally free. Only good company needed.