We’re going on a dinosaur hunt
TF turned 6 this weekend. A very happy boy. He had the choice of a party or a family day out. He chose the latter.
What to do? He loves lego, sport, dinosaurs, wildlife, vehicles… all the usual kind of pursuits that a six year old boy loves. It needed to be an outing that everyone enjoyed.
Hmm. How about a dinosaur hunt… or maybe I should put it as a fossil hunt. A trip to Watchet. Hellwell Bay. Perfect.
I love this part of the country. It reminds me of Rupert Bear. Rolling hills and perfectly arranged villages nestling into the landscape. A steam engine puffed along the railway track beside us, at one stage, taking people to the seaside. Once we reached Watchet, we could see the engine in the station and hear it toot-toot as we searched for fossils down on the beach.
It is so easy to find fossils on the beach. Each find better than the last. The children calling to us to see their latest discovery. The dog woofing for the stragglers to keep up.
Apart from ammonites, we found fossilized coiled oysters or devil’s toe nails as they are more colourfully called. There were shells, sea glass and crab claws.
I even found a mammoth’s tooth, but dropped it before I realised what it was. Rats!
Everywhere we looked there was something amazing to see and touch. Our children are in danger of thinking that all beaches are lined with such obvious fossils.
TF came home convinced that he had found a dinosaur bone. He had a good day. We all did.
He loved his birthday treat. So, happy birthday, my sweet boy.
Can we go again?