As it came on board today I did wonder why a catfish is called a catfish and the only explanation I can get to is that its barbels resemble cat’s whiskers. Not sure I agree with that explanation but it was the first on board this year, working hardish ground looking for a few squats for the Inn as the prawns are still very scarce.
By the time I made it to the Inn in the mid afternoon they had already sold all of yesterdays catch with just a few tails left. Lovely weather with a little northerly breeze picking up by 1 o’clock.
Only just hanging in to listening to Jeremy Vine these days and almost pulled the plug today…talking about middle lane driving, yes I know, and this wee chappie had his rant ,was asked to stay on the line to speak to some one advocating it and he immediately came back with “oh you’ll probably put on a woman or an oriental!!” And a rufty tufty Yorkshire guy came on. But all was forgiven when he had Mary Robinson on after one talking about humanity. Could have listened to her all day. What a contrast to the silly little chap on earlier.
Always good to be greeted by Dougal as I get back to the house. He is spending a lot of time out doors in the good weather checking who goes by. It also helps to be innocent and good-looking when you are usually up to something.
Up to the Inn now for a shift in the sun.