Actually the haddock and cod I bought from the docks last Thursday was boneless and skinless... perhaps a sign of our times?
I think you're talking about Cox's Pea Bug on the Freeman Street Market, aren't you?
Pauline, Hi.
I'm afraid I got into rather a lot of trouble with Ron Gill when I painted "RHUBARB!" across the front of the school in 6ft high letters........
We're moored at Bells and yes, I do fly the Lincolnshire flag from my flagpole at home!
Another warm "Welcome Aboard" to the FIVE new Members yesterday and the five others in the previous five days. to you all!
Please let's hear from you in "New Members say Hi"!
Or should it be Grimmies?
Anyway, to all of us originating from "The fishing Village at the End of a Railway Track" (as Ronald Gill, MA, my old Headmaster used to say), please let's hear some more!
I would start with the day that I climbed 300ft to the very, very top of the Dock Tower but that's quite a long story!
Eric said: "To bring this post back in a little to where it started - this is what we had this afternoon and although it didn't hit the house, it hit my daughter's school and she said it was hell."!
I think I'd better start a topic on Grimsby, Pauline! In fact I will!
Coastal Cruising!
Brundall to the Channel Isles and return, down to Cornwall and Northern France. Then across to Belgium, Holland, Denmark and Germany. All on separate voyages!
Caught out in a genuine F9 by mistake in the middle of the North Sea when a passing Ferry came up on Ch 16 and asked if we were in "difficulties". "No" I replied "but the ruddy G&T's spilt over!"
Halcyon days!
It seems to get older and more careworn every six months or so when we visit, Pauline. In its heyday it was certainly the busiest fish market in the world and the young fish filleters could certainly turn on the speed and style! (Along with myriad cut fingers!). What days!
That's the one, Howard. My Mum and Dad met there in 1940; so it brings back fond memories when I sit in there with a pint!
Trevor I remember the days when literally hundreds of fishing boats were based at Grimsby Docks. On any day I would see them lined up at the coaling chute, waiting to be refuelled. My father was the sailmaker of the Bacons fleet and made everything from canvas mizzen sails to fitted coconut matting for the crews' quarters.
I find that a gas blow torch lights our Cobb very quickly and efficiently... the instructions do say to let all the smoke die away before you move it indoors.
We let the smoke die away and then throw a handful of soaked maple wood chips on, then on with the chicken. The result is quite wonderfully smoked chicken!