Gig in the dusk

We followed the huge glow of the setting sun towards Penzance last night to sit beside the sea shore in Marazion between the beach and the marshes, contentedly watching the couples that stride the fore shore. As dusk fell and the Marazion Gig club pulled back across the almost silken sea in front of St Micheal's Mount. to be dragged from the water onto the sand- impossible plump and ungainly on the sand, with the crew in little earnest knots around them, before they carried them away into the boat house concealed by the darkness and we were left with the gentle lapping of the waves.