Cheers,

This morning we were planning on traveling to Mockhorn GATR marsh, Named after the rare semi-fantastical “Mock Horn gator” that is only rivaled by the ferocious “marsh cat.” Unfortunately Mock horn Marsh was unreachable and we ended up having to back out a good half mile. Our caravan finally found its home at the Brownsville Marsh, an interesting site that was revamped in the 40s. It had previously been used for pasture until the Second World War at which point the levee between the sea and the pasture fell into disrepair and the marsh took over.
We ran the usual transects and cores although the cores turned out to be fairly difficult as the youth of the marsh made the top very sandy and hard to core. The cuisine continues to change. The marshes that we visit have become to be graved of their salicornia, a small stalk like salty marsh plant. Sky has led the front in this regard and downs more of the stuff than the rest of us put together; we are surprised this green in such quantities has not made him sick. We went crab hunting in the bay on our return under the wary eye of our lifeguard. Alas no crabs today. Taylor and I constructed a dragon out of the debris left on the beach; he is named Cranach and is majestically keeping watch from his bed in the sand.
We had a lovely bean, rice and vegetable dinner made by Kate. Biscuits were also made to the enthusiasm of all. Our cooking has become an opportunity for kitchen dancing and fun. We seem to be on the cusp of a storm that has been blowing in. we said our good byes to Taylor today as she returned to Richmond in her dashingly retro white Volvo sedan.

Ciao,
The Team

P.S. it turns out that snails are in tune with the sound AUM and when hummed to come out of their shells.