We returned from an evening dog walk across the fields behind Mousehole in Cornwall and decided to take a stroll past the harbour, where the local fishermen were preparing boats for the nightly harvesting of mackerel and other locally caught fish. The sun was setting over the village, turning the sky and sea pink, set off by a rising full moon above the horizon, and so we walked along the harbour wall, strictly speaking against harbour byelaws since we had the dogs with us, and settled at the end, overlooking the harbour entrance, to watch the full moon ascending into the darkening sky. As we watched the dusk gently descend over a calm sea, we experienced a magical few minutes as the local fisherman in their small fishing boats headed out to sea just as the final blush of sunset dimmed to reveal a silvery path of moonshine leading to the offshore rocks from where we could hear the calls of roosting gulls floating across the water. Perfect, especially as Shepherdmans Wife @shepherdmanswife was enjoying the magic with me.
As I remember, I dashed back to the cottage to fetch my tripod and missed this particular boat. So well done for capturing it, especially without a tripod. That probably accounts for the horizon being on a slope! Do you think the boats might slide downhill and fall off the end of the sea? FAVE
