A walk after the day job this evening in the pouring rain . Sometimes fresh air is needed . Down by the fish quay , on the beach , a man walking slowly out to sea , me aghast that I had no camera with me to record the moment . Dawning on me that (not a suicide) he was wearing waders and carrying a bucket and when out up to his waist he bent double at the waist in search of.... what ? Winkles , cockles , what ?
Later when we turned back , soaked to the skin and my feet leaking badly , I said " wouldnt it be funny if all those rocks turned out to be men in the sea " , and they were . Three men out there in the driving rain . Hard to see how it worked , what they were catching , as the tide went out fast , how they were carrying their catch ? Torn between wanting to stay and watch and find out , and wanting to be home and dry .
Was it ever thus ?
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Walking in to the sea here today, would have been understandable as it has been hot. But up there in the rain and in the North Sea rather than the Channel?
Catching shrimps maybe? Or a cold.
Perhaps they were merely attention seekers? as opposed to shell seekers...
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