Cornwall  spring's coming

days are
getting better


It's Friday the thirteenth...

and I'm not anticipating anything awful happening; today is what Cornish living represents; after the cold, snow and enough rain not to disappoint Noah, there's the faintest hint that spring is quietly stirring. The snow didn't last for too long and wasn't anything like that which blocked the A30 at Bodmin, but was enough to keep everyone in the village, or out if you happened to be the milkman or postman, as the only exits are narrow and uphill. The rain, however, caused localised flooding, streams overflowed and the surface water made driving hazardous.

But today, wow! It's beautiful, around 12C, the sun is shining, there isn't a breath of wind, a big tide has dragged the sea a long way offshore and the waves are barely making a ripple on the beach. Little boats are out, laying pots and drifting around looking for bass and mackerel. John has given himself the day off from tearing his hair out, that's metaphorical by the way, from wrestling with an updated version of a software program that's gone moody on him, and has gone fishing. I know it's akin to asking what's the meaning of life, but I ask myself frequently do women hit their computer screens with a ruler or a copy of MacUser?

fishing from the bank rod and reel the lake

The fishing 'expedition' first required going to the Post Office and buying a Fishing Licence, which needed almost as much information as going through the US immigration apart from iris recognition. ... all to catch one gudgeon and a plastic bag!

While on the subject of fish and fishing, we have a weekly call from Phil the Fishman, from Newlyn, who buys directly from the quay; the quality is such that it smells of the sea, it doesn't have a fishiness like the dull-eyed, floppy fillets from Tesco that have an odd pong of iodine and pee. Call me unadventurous but I know what to do with lemon sole, dover sole, cod, monk, even megrim, ling and dogfish, but Jamaican Red Tilapia and Vietnamese River Cobbler... really, Tesco, while we're laying up boats, how do you justify selling fish that need a visa?

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