StormBrendan brought the cold with him from Canada. I went to the veg plot in the countryside next to the sea to pick a leek and some Brussel sprouts. My poor fingers felt like ice and I was soon back in the kitchen, washing my poor fingers and getting warm from the solid fuel range. I hate to think how cold those Fishermen are?
The chicken casserole cooked in a cup of red wine went down very well. I raised my glass after and said:
"Here's to the Fishermen!"