Singing Seals of Anglesey

I took my elderly parents, disabled teenager, non-disabled teenager and long suffering husband to Anglesey for a week. One morning we drove to the bay where there’s a church that gets cut off by the tide. If you know Anglesey then I don’t mean the one at Llanddwyn near Newborough. I mean the one further round the coast at Abberfraw. I left my dad, husband and Martha sat on a driftwood bench overlooking the bay. Martha’s obsessed with food and my father is obsessed with Jesus. My dear husband sat between the two of them heroically listening to stories about quiche and increasing congregation numbers.

His sanity-sacrifice allowed me, my mother and my son to walk around the edge of the cliffs for a while. We stopped to hunt for cowrie shells on the beach at one point and then, as we continued further around the headland, we saw 4 or 5 seals swimming in the bay. My lad had forgotten his glasses so descended onto the rocks to get nearer to see them. I took his picture. “I can hear them!” He shouted back to me. He wasn’t wrong. I could too. I googled it straight away.

“Yes, seals can sing.”

My husband texted me, “Deb, I need back up with these two. Can you come back in a minute love?”

I left my boy on the rocks, trusting the seals and grandma to save him if he fell in while I went to save Darren from Jesus and the quiches.

My beaming teenage son caught me up. “Mum! It was amazing. Did you hear them?”

“Yes love, it was incredibly special. What a wonderful experience.”

“I was talking to them,” said Stan, “and they were constantly looking back at me and singing.”

I’ll buy my husband a pint later. Because I have a feeling that me, mum, dad, baby Jesus, the two teenagers, the singing seals and a ham and egg quiche have had the most amazing morning potentially at his expense, but I believe I can speak for all of us when I say we’re all terribly grateful.

The Summer Sale’s on good people. Check it out if you get a chance. There are some lovely bargains.