Fishing

A beautiful evening watching the light from North Berwick Harbour. I stayed until the light had gone completely and chatted to various folk who were ambling about. I watched a couple of boys out from school who swam in their uniforms - initially to retrieve a can of lager that had fallen in and then for fun. We exchanged some banter and they left shivering with cold promising to be back tomorrow. The boy in the picture arrived with two fishing rods and set up beside me. He caught a couple of flat fish and then packed up to go home with a 'Got school tomorrow my Mum'll kill me!' shouted over his shoulder as he left.