“Where would you like to go fishing?” I asked.

“Wherever there are fish,” answered Roland, our friend from Australia.

In truth, we hadn’t had much luck on either of the times we had gone fishing down on the breakwater here at Dawlish (though we did have an excellent view of our house).

“How about Babbacombe?” I suggested pointing to an oil painting on one of my studio walls.

Roland’s hopes were raised by the sight of the five fisher-folk depicted in the painting and off we went to the more promising-looking location; in any case, it was a trip to another beautiful piece of coastline not too far from home.

We had not long set ourselves up in a goodish spot on the breakwater (the best spots at the very end had been taken already by a couple and a lone fisherman) when the couple approached me.

“Weren’t you in a boat in Teignmouth last weekend?” the blonde asked.

“Oh, yes, the ferry boat to Shaldon,” I said (it wasn’t hard to remember because it was the only boat I had been on over the weekend, or for a while, actually).

Then I remembered the couple opposite us on the ferry.

“You wore a yellow tee-shirt,” I said to the man before turning to the lady, “and you were sitting very close next to him, and I took a photograph because you both looked so “in love”.

We chatted like old friends for quite some time, by the end of which it felt like we were friends. These photographs are for Andrea and Graham who were down on holiday from Leicester last week…

(That was when I caught the small pollack that had to be thrown back in and I took the first batch of photographs of people “jumping for joy”.)