Being watched

After we collected our shopping today we drove back through town. The fishing quay is always so colorful and we were drawn back there. There were lots of options but we thought this was good. The crabs are being sorted under the watchful eye of Mr Seagull who was moving ever closer to the action.

The day was bright although the sun had gone by this time. The warmer temperatures have arrived and it’s already nicer to go out for a walk.