"A word on the spot is worth a cartload of recollections"
James Maggs, Southwold diarist 1797-1890

Monday, 27 February 2012


On Saturday night our Lithuanian friend (who seems to subsist on protein shakes and fish) spent a couple of hours heading and gutting this plate of Capelin. Last night he fried and ate them with the result that the kitchen, which has a not wholly unpleasant background smell of fish anyway, smells stronger than usual this morning.

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