Hand-reared

Or hand-dived. Maybe it was line-caught? Organic, I'm sure. Wild. Hebridean .. or maybe it was Orcadian. Anyway, a fine starter. And I didn't forget the wallet this time.
A day of wet sluicy icy rain and sleet. With a cheeky teatime pint while the Welsh put one over on the plodders. And later, the start of a new DVD series. Aye, indeed. Borgen. Cracking first episode.
So! Tomorrow! Soon! Where's my scarf? Hand me my bow of burning gold and my arrows of desire, and rattle and bunnet. Let's get some biddy revenge for '86. Hopefully....