Old Salt

At the Ice House again. Bought some monkfish this time. My pals the seals were there as usual (the lady in the shop gave me some scraps to throw them). I saw this gull just before pulling out. His gait, facing into a strong breeze, reminds me of some hardy old seadog.

I was tempted to take a cue from Benek (or is it Wingpig?) and simply write out the recipe for the meal my wife cooked later, from one of her Jamie Oliver books: Grilled butterflied monkfish with sweet runnerbean stew. Ages since I've tasted anything so good. My tastebuds were chorusing to Heaven.