"While the sun poured into those attics, which a plank alone separated from each other so that every footstep could be plainly heard and lit up bats, straw hats, ink-pots, paint-pots, beetles and the skulls of small birds, while it drew from the long frilled strips of seaweed pinned to the wall a smell of salt and weeds, which was in the towels too, gritty with sand from bathing."
- To the lighthouse. Virginia Woolf
This Video always reminds me of sea swimming when I was a child. As soon as my feet touched seaweed, I was being chased by a tentacled creature.