|View from apartment balcony|
I told you about the inhabitants who tend their flocks and till their land, but there are another group I omitted to tell you about and they are the fishermen and women who cast their fishing lines on a daily basis.
She changed into sensible footwear, clipped her fishing rod together and then she took out a large cloth bag and hat which was hidden away in her rucksack. Having adjusted the long strap of the bag across her body, she finally covered her head with the straw hat of which would not look out of place in a Huckleberry Finn movie. She secured the rucksack and placed it on higher ground and she started to paddle through the huge pools of sea water that had been left behind from the outgoing tide.
The woman joins the manShe joined the man standing on the rocks and she kissed him on the cheek. He sidled along the slippy rocks, making room for the woman to stand beside him. They chatted and laughed as they cast their long fishing lines into the Atlantic. Both plopped their slippery catch into what seemed to be matching bags, his he had tied around his waist.
The fishing couple
As they examined their catch out of reach of the incoming tide, I noticed that the spot they were fishing from only minutes earlier could no longer be seen and all there was for me to do now was to be soothed by the sound of the waves as they rolled over the pebbly remains of the beach.
The waves rolling over the pebbly beach