Country diary: Something’s in the water weaving between the rowers – apparently

Some days later, I am back at the harbour. Heading out determined to see an elusive mammal such as an otter is clearly an act of folly, so I tell myself it is just a walk – but I keep my eyes open nonetheless. The stone quayside opposite the raft of fishing boats provides a good vantage point, and I sit in the sunshine with my feet dangling over the wall. It is much cooler now, with a hint of the turning season in the softening light.