Foragers

 A curlew forages along the shoreline beside us. Sends it’s bubbling call echoing across the, newly emerged, expanse of mudflats.

Upstream, a curious mantis-like machine lurks. Built to harvest sacks of farm grown moules. To lift them bodily from the sea.

Others take a more sportingl approach to their foraging. This angler waded out onto the point, below which Stargazer is anchored, as soon as the base of the green marker dried. He waved to me as I lunched, produced a folding chair and allowed the tide to fall as he sat, partially immersed. Patiently fishing for his supper.

The shellfish boats scurry by, always with a friendly wave, carrying sacks of grown moules to the restaurants of Roscoff and beyond. Foragers all, living from the sea, in their chosen way.

To seaward, out in the estuary, the afternoon sun  spotlights Kerprigent’s stone quay. Small craft bobbing beneath it. Scots pines silhouetted on the skyline.

A fair breeze carries a yacht, across indigo waters, between fairy tale islands.

 Beckoning Stargazer to explore more of the Baie de Morlaix. The wind is due to go east tomorrow. One of the craggy bays on the north east shore should lend us shelter.