The far side

There's a local tale of an old fisherman celebrating his 80th birthday and his mates took him from his cottage on the east side of the river over the bridge in the centre of town to the west side. Apparently he'd never been that far and thought he needed a passport.

Clear blue skies and a low winter sun. The wind on the cliff tops could peel your skin off in seconds. Just managed this long shot of the west side and the town's extensive fishing fleet before my fingers shattered.