There on a coastal path appeared a peacock-caterpillar, in all its spiked beauty. Despite the long grass and other salt tolerant vegetation along the banks, this creature prefers the same terrain that people on foot or bicycles frequent. Even a helping hand into the grass did not deter its purpose.
Those spikes were rather misleading, for they were much softer against my skin. Still the journey continued as it weaved its way out from the soft green blades, back onto stones and gravel.
A patch of nettles were spied some yards ahead. On the opposite side to where this caterpillar was persevering. Was this its destination? Another gentle bit of assistance and he, or she, was deposited within these plants.
Waiting patiently, to observe an exit back to the pathway. None. Hopefully, this is was the very place being made for. If not, at least it was in the right direction.