Downstream

now forty-six!’
I ask if they ever come
across jellyfish. They all nod;
everyone here this afternoon
has been stung. Jane Bell’s
turn came at 1.30 a.m. when
she was stung on her face by
a jellyfish the size of a hand,
but while she wouldn’t want
to experience that again,
swimming in the estuary is a
passion and it hasn’t put her
off.
The sun is going in again,