October - Troubled
Waters in Paradise?
It was the final gig of John's summer residency in Newquay; promising,
for me, a whole evening where the TV remote would be entirely mine and
I wouldn't have to wrestle for it from its hiding place under a my dear
husband's thigh... know what I mean girls?. A glass of pinot grigio poured,
a supermarket (tut,tut!) seafood lasagne sizzling from the microwave,
I snuggled down to watch, 'The Tudors' on iPlayer, intrigued to see how
the bootylicious Joss Stone would anthropomorphise into the 'Flanders
Mare', the pragmatic Anne Of Cleves, when the phone rang.
"Jay 'ere, wanna bass do 'ee my 'andsome?". In response, I
replied, "I'm not going to say no, am I? Where are you?", " I'm
over the pub, I've just come in but landed nothin' worth the drive to
Newlyn, come and buy me a pint and 'ave a geek". Consequently, the
unmissable became missable!
The pub is across the village; I walked
past what the tourist brochures ironically market as 'white washed fishermens'
cottages'', which under the Trade Description Act should more accurately
be described as 'second home owners investments leaching income out of
the county's cottages'; sadly, unless a fisherman has an inheritance,
the chance of buying a home is negligible and it's not unusual for families
to live with parents or in a caravan in a neighbour's field.
A few visitors were still around and 'usual
suspect' locals were playing pool or sitting on their customary stools
around the bar, putting the world to rights. My call had been from the
son of a dear friend and we chatted about this and that; a couple of
pints of Doombar later he became increasingly despondent as he didn't
know how long he could carry on fishing. He had invested in boat known
as a 'fast worker' and a licence which entitled him to a quota for fish
and shellfish which cost £19K... that's for the licence not the boat.
It wasn't long before his dreams became a nightmare because the fish
were illusive and chasing them with the rising cost of fuel, even subsidised,
was around £25 a day... continued...
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