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It looks at first as if the sea is boiling. Everyone is excited or
silent. Fish are leaping up and down.

Some of the water is black, this is caused by millions of whitebait,and
weaving in between them are the mackerel. It's like another country,
it's like Greece for instance. The water looks so clear , you can't
imagine a tampon surviving in this pandemonium. The pebbles look better
than that old lino I used to long for.

Every wave leaves thousands quivering on the rocks. You can look at it
one way and feel sad. You can look at it as a human machine and feel
connected with the past and your next meal.

It takes me about fourteen tries to pick up the first one , after that
I get the knack and fill half a carrier bag quickly.

Those little silver slivers. Those big beautiful arrows. They all eat
each other. And I ate them squirted with lemon juice. My first
catch.