It’s so cold that my chest tightens and I battle the urge to retreat to the warm car. The rain feels like it’s passing straight through my ears, falling in long, wind-whipped filaments. The water is the same slate grey as the sky. Right in front of me a man is wading into a loch. This is Dave of Sconser Scallops, and he does this for a living.
5 min read, Be Curious, travel diaries
Frozen food: the chilly life of a scallop farmer
4th July 2017
