… at Walton-on-the-Naze.
Did hours of research before arriving. Learnt which particular cliffs give them up. How to get onto the beach quicker than all the kids and their grandparents. Tide times. You know. Strategic stuff.
But it was in vain. At 5pm today, I put up the white flag. Stepped off the beach as this Danish tourist walked down… and onto the prehistoric fang I’d missed. Formerly owned by the 40ft (12m) megalodon shark that hunted these waters 16 million years ago.
Tried to look happy for him. I really, really tried.
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