Crab Attack!
So, apparently getting attacked and bitten by random not-particularly-threatening beasties whilst on holiday is my thing. Last September it was the duck in Hawaii, and a decade ago I was bitten by an eel while feeding it. This latest one takes the cake though. We were in Golden Bay. We were determined to go swimming. Fabulous Parapara beach – the massive curve of sand stretching away into the distance. Endless blue sky, the sun beaming down, seagulls circling, waves crashing. The picture was perfect, except for one minor detail – the tide was out, and the water was a bit shallow and murky. As someone who grew up by the ocean, that’s not the best time to be in the water, but I kept my doubts to myself and we raced into the water. It was warm for once, which is always exciting and unusual in New Zealand. So we forged out, walking metres and metres out into the water towards the deep water line. And then I screwed up. I opened my mouth. “You …