Grass Cutting

I arrived at the reserve today at the same time as a maintenacne truck. Ollie and I walked around and down to a small beach and the headed out towards the jetty. As I was leaving the two guys in the pick up got out of the cab; one unloading the sit-on grass cutter and the other wandered down to the rocks and around the headland carrying what looked like a supermarket basket.
All became clear as I headed towards the jetty and spotted him on an exposed area of rocks picking oysters.
This wouldn't have happened in Fife.
There are no oysters to pick there.