RANDOM REMINDER

Press, Volume CX, Issue 32350, 16 July 1970, Page 18

RANDOM REMINDER

GOING OFF THE DEEP END

It has taken a friend of ours a rather long time to talk to us about his part in a sorry succession of events, for they took place last Easter: but the fact of the matter is that his teeth have only just stopped chattering. No matter how mild the autumn and winter may have been, most of the time, it has to be remembered that by Easter, the nights are hardly ever balmy, and anyone venturing into the sea, especially after dark, deserves no less than he gets. The fortunate ones get over their colds in a week or so. Our young friend was

prevailed upon to spend each of his three * evenings at the beach in trawling, for fish. He was persuaded into this hazardous and unhealthy exercise by his enthusiastic young wife, who gallantly volunteered to take the shallow end, where she could paddle in an inch or two of water, warmly clad, while he went out to the deep, and had those nasty cold waves breaking all over him. For two nights, there were no material rewards for the enterprise. But on the third, a satisfactory catch of fine fat Bounders. What a gay scene it was at breakfast next day: a

few bright flowers on the new-laid cloth, everyone whistling cheerfully, the gorgeous sizzle from the frying pan, the appealing aroma of fresh fish, cooking. They were practically drooling by the titne they sat down. Not long later they were just about frothing. When the talented chef dips, not into the flour bag, but the One next to it* and comes up with a cupful of detergent, it does tend to diminish the more traditional flavour of fresh flounder. Ever had to eat cold hot-cross buns for breakfast?