Blue

After a wonderful morning wandering around the puce market picking up treasures we moved onto La Ferme Marine for mussels and crabs and oysters and prawns and clams and garlic mayonnaise and chats and laughs with our lovely chums Nicola and Teddy. Afterwards we took a tiny stroll beside the lagoon to look at the oyster-scape and the flat, skimming boats and the rickety, railed jetties that service it. It was utterly still out there on the water and if it wasn't for the fringe of oyster beds I don't think I would know where the blue water stopped and the blue sky began.