Bare feet on rocks

Gotta admire the determination of these fisher folks - the rocks are sharp, but bare feet is the order of the day Plus, it's quite windy, the waves are high and irregular, but the fish are biting, they tell me. Once you've caught them, then there's the cleaning, gutting and filleting to do - an art form in itself. Thing is, there's a fantastic fish-and-chip shop right on the clifftop, not 300 metres away. King George whiting, chips and Greek salad pack anyone?