There's been a few changes around here this week. Spook cut down some trees and a man in a digger came and cleared the lumpy bit away from the side of the house. Spook's heart did a bit of extra pounding as trees crashed to the ground and thankfully didn't hit the house - credit to his careful planning and winching.
Finn has been fishing every night this week. He came home with 3 big mackerel last Saturday and we gutted them in preparation for Sunday dinner. Spook found a good recipe in the Sunday Paper as the journalist obviously knew the mackerel had come in to Corpach Basin. Sunday dinner was ruined by truculent children faced with a healthy dinner. Potato salad in a grainy mustard and lemon dressing and carrots cooked with shallots in orange juice and white wine. Really yummy. You would have thought we were trying to poison them. Half a jar of mayonaise was smothered over the tiny sample of mackerel they had been presented with. Finn didn't come home for the next 2 nights dinner, but continued to fish - throwing the catch back in so that I wouldn't make him eat it. He ate at home the night there was pizza on the table, I note.
Finally he came cycling up the road with his rod and a heavy bag dangling from the handlebars. Hallelujah - we would eat fresh fish once more. NO, no, no. Two large tinnies of 'match size' Irn Bru (Glasgow fizzy drink).
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