Crabby.... but maybe not
Our last day. The day we were returning home from our favourite destination in the Southwest. Somewhere we’d holidayed every year for 40 years. Salcombe, as far south as you can get in Devonshire. Second home heaven for millionaires... and expensive rental for us! But of course, very beautiful.
The wealthy aside, Salcombe is famous for its crabs. We would choose a live crab, they would cook it and we would take it home, as usual, as a tasty Salcombe memento.
But what’s this? No more crabs by 10am? All sent to China?
First no fish, then no crabs! Unbebloodylievable!
- Category: True Stories Told As Fiction
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Jamie Clapperton almost 3 years ago
Might be a blessing in disguise Neville. Less danger of revenge attacks by Macra.(Sixties Who) Or Ubriah , Horror Of The Deep.(Godzilla Movie) Actually, don't know if that's much consolation. ;-)
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Neville Hunt almost 3 years ago
Not a lot, Jamie, but thanks for the thought.👍
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Jamie Clapperton almost 3 years ago
Isn't nice when something you'd been counting on to lift the spirit is suddenly unavailable I know.
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Christopher almost 3 years ago
China... Err, maybe I'll let Dick Hedd make that comment at a later date! I don't want to get into trouble!
