Escaping the modern world

It was the oystercatchers that gave the game away, tapping at the sand with their long orange bills. We wandered over and unearthed their seashore feast. Cockles, mussels, winkles, whelks… shellfish as far as the eye could see. Foraging bucket sufficiently full, we returned to make lunch on the boat, where the smell of frying onion and garlic was sending my taste buds into overdrive……..
Harriet Cooper writing in The Telegraph – click here to continue reading…..