No colour enhancement on this pic, I swear. First time I’d seen a yellow sky.
A tiny fishing village that’s going under due to Big Fishing.
Met some guys and gals who still work the boats when I went down to the dock to see them come in at day’s end. God they work hard. And yet, they insisted on giving me a *feed* to take home — a bucket of fish —“they’re only little’uns” they said.
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