It a huge expanse of water fringed by river fingers of mangroves. Monkeys live in the leafy green hosts of the trees, they dig for cockles and crabs and love the bananas and fruit given to them by locals and tourists.
The glass like water extends to as far as you can see.
Poles with pale blue flags of sheer fabric dictate the boundaries of a cockle farmers plot. Yes, they own the water.
Its surreal in a way, as you can see by this photo it was overcast and a little grey and the horizon blended with the ocean.
Buildings, old and new rise from the ocean and it looks bizarre to see so many houses out in bare ocean. They are not lived in houses, but are there for the plot owners to keep a watch on their valuable bounty overnight.
I would love to sleep out there… can you imagine how beautiful it would be at sunset and sunrise.?
Armed with two huge bags of mangoes and bananas we took off down into the mangroves and this was the result.