Buoyed

I’m lying face down in fishy bird poo again and I’m swaying gently from side to side and up and down. No, I’m not on substances, but lying on a pontoon jetty in Brixham harbour with my camera out. There are Turnstones further along, scuttling and pecking at anything which might be nutritious. They’re a bit optimistic if you ask me.

One strays in front of a red boat, which makes a cheerful artificial background for my photograph. I smile as I look at it on the back of the camera and, just for a moment, it was worth getting covered in fishy bird poo.