Wet in the West

A day of mist and mizzle and at times heavy showers. A downpour started as I walked out from the end of the quay to collect shellfish from the rocks at low tide.

I noticed this surprisingly urbane gent sitting under an umbrella looking out to sea and watching his family of children or grandchildren crabbing off the end of the landing ramp (catching small crabs with nets or bait is a great holiday sport for children and at the end of the session you can run a crab race to see which one gets back into the water first.)

While everyone else was inadequately dressed and getting a soaking, this chap had clearly come prepared for bad weather and I guessed he might hail from Scandinavia or somewhere else with a damp climate. But when he was joined by his family they all spoke in Welsh - they were in fact indigenous holiday-makers.
(So I was right.)