Virgin Planet, CHAPTER XVI.
Tides seven times higher than Terrestrial.
Bores like tsumanis.
Either sheer cliffs or interminable salt marshes.
Hourly shifts between flood and flats.
Screaming seabirds seeking stranded fish.
Damp wind reeking of decay.
Trees growing higher than the highest tides.
Amphibious grass.
Large, flippered, feathered, cawing seal-like birds.
Naked, neolithic swampfolk fishing and catching rainwater.
Their miserable high ground huts.
When we are told that a fictional extra-solar planet is terrestroid, we probably imagine something with which we would be familiar. (But remember how diverse Terrestrial environments are.)
2 comments:
I find the only jarring element the neolithic settlements. If the people concerned are, by inheritance, deeply stupid (which is implied), then they'd probably be integrated on a low level into some other niche.
Being a hunter-gatherer requires a certain degree of wits too.
Kaor, Mr. Stirling!
Good points. They were probably Craigs, women who were only hewers of wood and drawers of water in Atlantis.
Ad astra! Sean
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