I remember well my one and only encounter with the great giant squid, Architeuthis dux.
It was long ago, when I was young. So long ago, in fact, it was back in the days of pounds, shillings and pence. If you youngsters know what that means.
I was swimming in the sea near Goat Island when I encountered the huge squid, almost 10 metres long. That’s 32 feet as we called it back then. Huge.
Well this was a deep sea creature and was clearly unwell being washed around in the waves and surface currents. I grabbed a couple of its tentacles and dragged it towards the shore.
With a lot of heaving and hefting I managed to get it into the back of my beach buggy. It was pretty flexible.
I knew what to do. I drove straight to my friend John’s place. Luckily he was home.
I knocked on his door. “John!” I called.
“I’ve got that six quid I owe you”.