Cockling

Walking down to the Beach I saw a man in a red jacket walking down the slipway. For a moment I thought that he was going for a pee - I've clearly been living in France too long! Then gradually I saw the others, bent over scrubbing around in the sand at low tide. Some of them were wearing light brown and they had blended into the sand. The man in the red jacket rejoined his bucket and carried on digging for cockles.