From the south coast stretches almost completely straight. It is covered with sand mixed with fragments of shells, which are so dig into the sole. Tide leaves only a narrow strip bordering the clear water at low tide beach is wider than just by capturing part of the black-green hillocky bottom and the water appears cloudy. Here come the poor, collecting algae. From the reef to the sandy shore is directed by a long punt six broad, and in it - the mountains of seaweed. Though romantic picture, the artist wrote the end of the last century: the soft curves of gleaming waves, fishermen tucked into pants, striped shirts and sailor caps. Here, you will not hear a knock engines, only the breakers roar, the men silently endure the shore a heavy burden. Stocky Tolstonogov women are "catch" and wooden rakes scatter seaweed drying on gray-yellow sand. Department of Finistere alone can provide the whole of France with iodine. But algae are suitable for much. Already, they are used for fertilizer, as well as the manufacture of glass, soap, paper. Where the ends of white sandy beach begins fishing village of Le Gilvinek. It is bordered on two sides a natural pool, which at low tide completely free of water. You can promenade along the stairs down to the bottom and walk among their boats, or leaning to one side, or backed beams. From this village with its shops and warehouses, is seen as a solid gray facade, along with colorful boats reflected in puddles among the rusty chains and anchors, buoys and barrels. Color drained bottom ranges from green to red-purple with white dots stones and seashells. With the tide begin repairing and painting. It smells of tar and linseed oil, the fishermen were crawling along the sides, like gnats. Up the masts rising cradle oiled minders smeared axis propellers and rudders, sailing master, armed with a thick needle, mending sails. Blue, like a symbol of the sea, took possession of all of Cornwall. But it is especially striking where it somehow did not expect it - on the networks. On the saffron sands lie, reminding a bit agitated sea, clear blue network. Old woman, bent, plucked them. White caps allow women better to imagine the size of network, range hoods slowly narrows as you go. From a distance the network does seem clear-blue, but on the folds of the color deepens in turquoise, emerald and cobalt. Here is the latest area where there is a final check of networks. Girls with long rows of moving forward, gently and quickly turning over the network and making it out of her bright blue wriggling snake, which then lay down and taken away in carts.
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