Fragment of something

The houses lay clustered around the bay like a concert audience, faces turned in rapturous wonder to the aquatic maestro.  Once there had only been a handful of grey stone fisherman's cottages built to hunker against the cold coastal winters. As the industry floundered along the odd weekend retreat appeared in brighter colour than the drab functional oblongs. The land continued to be encroached until the fisherman's dwellings became swallowed up by luxury apartments and their livelihood was finally consumed with it.