Tiny black and white cows munch the green grass in the fields by the harbour,
overseen by two chatty seagulls perched upon the stony outcrop in the foreground.
In the bay the fishing boats zig and zag their way around the cottage lined jetties,
manoeuvring for position, readying themselves to come either into shore or out to
sea. Anglers, dog walkers and walkers stroll and fish along the sandy shores, their
things safely kept in the brilliantly coloured beach huts leaning against the harbour
walls. In the distance grassy green promontories can be seen and are viewed from
the occupants of the fishing boats in the bay and the ramblers having a swift cup of
tea under the stripy umbrellas of the quay side café. They are a task waiting to be
sailed past or walked over in the not too distant future.