Chapter Nine, in which I dream of being a sea captain.
"...Alice and Michael, on holiday from Norfolk sat on the quay as I rowed in and made the dinghy shipshape. "You did that well", said Alice. We talked about boats and fishing and dietary requirements and fear at sea and Great Yarmouth and Bristol. Michael fished with a rod and bits of sand-eels, little silver eel shaped fish used as bait and sold frozen in plastic packets.
When a bite revealed a crab hanging on the bait with no intention to let go, Michael proceeded to bully the creature so that it fell over onto its back as it swiped and snapped it's claws. Alice and I were in hysterics but worried about the well being of the crab. We breathed a sigh of relief when the crab was eventually chucked back, to sink and live on in the harbour..." Read more
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