It’s a simple and marvelous thing. To be a solitaire man on the coast at low tide at dusk, picking your way across the slippery rocks with nothing but a bucket and your stupid phone for taking pictures in your hands. The danger of being swept out to sea or slipping and breaking a bone is minor but still real enough consider, especially as the tide begins to turn and the waves come crashing in. But I can think of many worse places to die. Prying the mussels off the rocks and tugging at the seaweed is fun and arduous, but the greater joy lies in examining the diverse array of vibrant sea creatures that lie exposed at low tide. More on that next time. Until then, I’d highly recommend a light harvesting of mollusks for your next dinner party, it’s a liberating experience.
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