On the floor rests his crimson ball. Sitting next to the daisy strewn white wooden
chair sits a cheeky little chap sporting a blue and white checked bandana round his
neck. As the white terrier stares wistfully at the viewer willing them to pick the ball
up and play with him, behind him the fishing fleet is coming into shore with the day’s
catch. Other dogs are being walked along the sand beach beneath the stone jetty
and row of cottages, but our friend is stuck inside desperately wanting to be part of
the action in the harbour. Perhaps his master is one of the men on the fishing boat
coming in to land.