We looked down.
And looking back up at us were five or six decapitated sheep's heads, all resting on the sand.
I leapt out of the car with Jennifer's camera, and made my way down to the sand.
I can't even begin to describe the stench. But I had to brave the smell to get a photo or two.
I was okay for the first click or two. But I looked up and saw Jennifer crouching near the car. I thought she was gagging. And that stirred my own gag reflex.
The vomit streamed out of me. I averaged one minor hurl and one major hurl per photo taken. Suffice to say it was a short session. But I think I got at least two decent pics.
But it's a haunting scene for me. What the heck were those heads DOING there? Who threw them out? Why? Why doesn't someone clear them away?