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- From: ah@dunaad.co.uk (Alan Hunter)
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- Subject: Re: A fishy tale (was for newbies (was Project B.F.D. (was an apology))
- Message-ID: <BzpHAC.yF@dunaad.co.uk>
- Date: 23 Dec 92 09:34:59 GMT
- References: <1h79t5INN7aq@morrow.stanford.edu>
- Organization: Johnson Hunter Limited
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- The RABworm pleaded:
-
- >
- >Do you, by any miracle, export boxes of kippers? I haven't had a
- >good one since I got a box of Rumpy Brand from the Isle of Man, and
- >that was when Rudge motorcycles could still make a decent showing in
- >the Manx Grand Prix.
-
- Nah, don't do kippers here mate, no demand for them.
-
- We have a fish van which brings the fabled Loch Fyne kippers. I don't
- think they are quite as good as the Cley kippers from Norfolk, but I'll
- need to check on that.
-
- As a child I was oft whisked up the Northumberland coast to Craster on
- expiditions to purchase large quantities of kippers for the feeding of the
- whole family, to include outlying branches. Sunk deep into the back of a
- Morris Oxford with heater full blast. A quick pint in a drafty pub then on
- to Sea Houses and Holy Island. The safe crossing times to Holy Island (aka
- Lindisfarne) were the foundation on which the trips were planned. My
- Grandfather and father were caught by the tide once. They had to be
- rescued from an artifice rather like a Canadian forest fire watchers
- abode. This involved my Grandfather being carried down to the boat by a
- fisherman; or should have done, my grandfather was estimated at 26 stone
- (364 pounds) at the time. Nonetheless they later restarted the flooded car
- and were all back in reasonably good order for the distribution of the
- kippers in the evening to family members far and wide. For reasons of
- convenience this was done in a public house. For ultimate convenience it
- was often (but by no means always) done in my Grandfather's own public
- house.
-
- Abou three years ago I was in a pub in Co Durham exchanging an occasional
- word with an old man. The chat got round to what I was doing there. At
- some point in my explanation he exclaimed --- "You're not Bob Hunter's
- grandson? Ah mind on when he was caught by the tide up at Holy Island..."
- --- and there I was, fixed in time and space for the convenience of the
- old man.
-
- >Postscriptum. And a Merrie Christmas to you and everyone else on my
- >second favorite Isle.
-
- Thank you, I'll pass it along as I get opportunities. The real point of
- living in places like this is, as it used to be everywhere, you still know
- where you are.
-
- OBbook, don't have one, let me off, it's Christmas (or Xmas if you so choose).
-
- Alan
-
-
- --
- Alan Hunter
- Johnson Hunter Ltd
- Isle of Islay, Scotland
- A.Hunter@dunaad.co.uk fax: +44-496-2336 voice: +44-496-2286
-