After a ferocious storm had lashed the coast, hundreds of electric blue creatures had been littered across the sand and rocks. By-The-Wind Sailors which live out at sea had found themselves swept ashore by the vicious tide into a hostile environment.

A particularly perfect little sailor had run aground on the edge of a rockpool. The sail shimmered like a jewel against the rocky surroundings.

The very nature of how these creatures use their translucent sails to catch the wind and travel the oceans, is what leaves them vulnerable to being blown in land during violent storms.

The bright, blue underside of the an overturned sailor. The vibrant, distinctive blue colour is reminiscent of the Portuguese Man o War which also often washes up in large numbers along the Cornish coast. Their tentacles begin to dry out when exposed to the cold, fresh air.

Along the beach, evidence of the shameful modern curse of plastic pollution, pieces of debris abandoned as the tide ebbed. Marooned amongst the rocks and tangled with them were the By-The-Wind Sailors.

Glistening against the seaweed the fragile structures were etched with cuts and tears gained from being battered against the rocks and tumbled back and forth by the waves.

Although beautiful to see these colourful visitors along the shoreline, it comes with the harsh reality that these creatures are doomed to die on the shore, unable to return to the ocean.

Despite some of the new arrivals most were now showing signs of deterioration. Without their distinctive sail and vivid colouring their once jelly like form now reduced to opaque skeletons scattered amongst the seaweed.