at Stave with Einar.
The otter were so close we could hear it breathe when it swam. I whistled and made sounds, and the otter was curious and had a good look at us.
Some very territorial cows scared us. We were at very low water and the cows run out in the water to their necks. We fled.
On our return there were low tide. A seal were swimming around the pole close to the harbor.
Hm... Where did the otter go?
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