tempus fugit

By ceridwen

Dropping (off) a pollock

The fishing-boat-bobbing-sea was calm in the harbour  for a 9am rendezvous with the fisherwoman  who had promised us the last of her previous day's catch.  The mackerel had already gone (eaten/smoked) but  pollock was a satisfactory substitute.

@FeelingfortunatetolivenowherenearBournemouth.

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