I live in a working fishing village and sometimes get distracted from its core business which is so important to all living here, by the sunsets, the flowers, the birds, the incredible blue of the skies and the seas and the ever changing seascapes tugged by the tides and powered by the moon.
Today I took some shots of the ordinary workday of the village itself which at the moment is processing shrimp with the odd boatload of crab and fresh scallops for sale to the locals.
Above is the harbour with the fishing vessels and the fish plant in the background and, yep, the Wonder Dog hogging the foreground. Click on photo to enlarge and see old wooden pilings, etc.
Below is a close-up shot of the old-fashioned homemade wooden lobster pots still used by the fishers in the area with their bright yellow and white floats and concrete bottoms.
And the working me? Well, I've been asked to adapt one of my short stories for a dramatic reading at a festival next week. I've been allotted 45 minutes (gulp!) but more on that later. Back to work with me after this brief intermission.
