Swansea beach is crunchy with shells, and that means that the waters are pulsating with life. Other nearby beaches, less so. Why so many in Swansea? Shellfish eat stuff. What stuff? The stuff they eat determines the colour of the shell. Other stuff eats shellfish. Who they? Yet other stuff eats the stuff that eats shellfish, and so on.
But it’s all out of sight, beneath the water. The shells are the marine population’s equivalent of pizza boxes discarded after a Friday night of revelry, every night being Friday night down there.
I have grandchildren currently hiding indoors as Covid-19 stalks the hills, scenting their blood, while schools bar their doors to tiny hammering fists in order to better protect them from illness and their staff from responsibility. But when that has been resolved, I’ll invite them (the grandchildren) to the beach to find one examplar of each type of shell. Mr Google and I will then photograph and identify each shell and begin to piece together the assault plan which fails daily while leaving billions of broken bodies scattered over the tide line.
In the meantime, consider this table, taken from the Swansea Rural Local Development Strategy:
FLAG stands for Fisheries Local Action Group. The Swansea Bay FLAG covers the 70-mile stretch of
coastline from the Loughor estuary in the west to Porthcawl in the east.
Anyone who has ever walked along Swansea beach knows that they are common enough, and the above table indicates that they are edible. But Swansea whelks are not eaten in the UK or even in Europe: all sales – nearly £50,000 worth – are to the Far East. Proof positive that we can’t even run a whelk stall. Can they be found in Swansea market?
And The Rest
I had hoped to bribe my grandchildren to retrieve an exemplar of every shell type on the beach whilst I supervised from behind a capuccino and chocolate brownie, but my daughter furloughed them instead and suddenly it was all down to me. Plus ca change. I have had to guess what each of the following shells might be:
Netted Dog Whelk
Found crawling over stones and gravel in pools on the lower shore and feed on carrion.
Usually buried in shallow sand but can be found on the surface at low tides. Staggeringly common – there may be 10,000 juveniles per square metre.
American Slipper Limpet
Accidentally introduced into Europe from Amreica in 1887 and now very common. And weird. I quote from a Collins seashore guide:
‘Several specimens are usually found heaped one atop the other, forming chains of two to ten or more individuals. The largest (lowermost) member of the chain will be female, the outermost, smallest will be male, and those in between will be in the process of switching from male to female.’
Toothed Top Shell
There are many varieties of top shell so I’m going out on a limb when I assert that this is a Toothed (or Thick) specimen. The top of the shell gets worn away to reveal the pearliness beneath.
Flat Top Shell
I really am guessing this time, but it’s smaller (up to 13mm high) than the Toothed top shell (up to 30mm high) and it has clear non-zigzagged bands of colour.
It’s larvae settle onto rocks after a few days of being on the plankton menu.
Grazes on algae growing on rock surfaces. It can be cooked and eaten, using a pin to fish the flesh out, then (childhood memory) discarding it because of its resemblance to a recently picked bogey. We were young and not that hungry.
These live below the sand , extending two long siphons for feeding and respiration. Up to 28mm long, its colour is determined by its diet.
From the middle shore downwards, mussel beds can contain millions of creatures, each one roped to rocks using threads that pass out between the two halves of the shell
These use their powerful foot to cling to a rock and, at high tide, venture out to graze algae from the rock surface before returning to their starting point, a contoured niche that exactly fits their shell.
My wife once kicked one off a rock and ate it raw. We divorced shortly thereafter.
A very poor specimen: I’ll keep my eyes open for a better one.
Huge numbrs of these creatures burrow in the sand of the lower shore, protruding a short siphon at high tide to feed and breathe.
Stocks of this have declined significantly in recent years, but not in Swansea: the shore is covered in their shells. I don’t understand the structure of the shell – it has several layers, as if the creature was constantly building a new ceiling ever so slightly lower than the previoius ceiling.
If that is indeed what it is doing, it would explain its decline.
Possibly (‘up to 3cm high, shell more or less globular, with a rather stepped, conical spire’). If so, a lower-shore sand-dwelling carnivore that feeds on tellins.
Maybe. The big one in the middle. There are several types of Tellina, and many shells that look something like this – some more ridged than others, some shinier than others, some with a white inner shell, some more of a yellow and so on.
Common Saddle Oyster
The flattest of all bivalves, they cling to rocks and bling in the sun when exposed.
A big fella, around 10cm across, with marked growth lines, I’ve only ever seen the one specimen on Swansea beach. It likes mud, which explains why it would feel at home on Swansea beach.
The book also refers to it as Iceland Cyprina, a denizen of the North Atlantic, so I’m guessing that I won’t be finding many more of them.
But not sure what.
There are several types of scallop and I’m not going to risk identification of the individual specimens in the photo other than to speculate that the top shell is an example of a variegated scallop.
Which makes it gender fluid. It matures as a male, but then swaps several times between male and female during the course of its life.
Thick Trough Shell
A thick, ridged shell, up to 50mm long, brown when alive but then gradually loses its colour. Another filter feeder.
Well it looks like the piddock (North-East Atlantioc) in my reference book and it’s a great name, so down it goes. Up to 10cm in length, but the examples I fouind are less than half of that.
The same reference book casually mentions that they ‘bore tunnels in rock, timber etc’. With what aim in mind, I wonder.