Crouching on the edge of a rock pool I lower my hand gently into a clump of kelp and feel a tentative nudge from something solid.

The touch grows firmer and I peer in to see rows of little white suction pads taking hold. Two brown tentacles are snaking up my wrist, while a third explores my palm. The force increases as the octopus decides I might be edible and tugs me towards his lair. I laugh and apologise that I’m not coming in for lunch, and entwine my fingers with his tentacles until a wave rushes in and breaks the spell...

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