A fishy tale

There's a narrative here. Frolicking on Patons Rock this morning, the beach was almost empty except for a trailer and a patient dog, sitting politely at the water's edge. After we had collected shells, poked things with sticks and wobbled in the wet sand, we saw a small boat approaching. The dog leapt up and we watched as the occupant managed rather skillfully to load his boat onto the trailer. As he came up the strand he stopped for the craic ( it's very like West Cork). The dog was called Charlie and was an old chap, from a pound, and polite, loyal and good natured. The fisherman wondered if the little bloke (Esme) would like to see the fish, being polite veggies we said yes ( actually 3 pescatarians). The fish looked like mini sharks. I think they were wrasse and he was going to gift them to the hospital.
Talking of fish, the pescatarians are after some fish and the veggie is after some chips, so we might try the chipper shortly. It might be the same fish. You might have to biggify to see the man and his dog.