Now you could forgive me for being a little cynical because it seemed to me to be a bit preposterous. I was thinking of dusky maidens in flimsy sarongs diving in the warm clear waters of some foreign sea. Not an unpleasant thought but somehow not real.
Anyway, this thought has been bugging me for some time and today I mentioned it to someone else as I was buying mussels.
'Was it really true that someone hand dived for scallops,' I said.
'Sure,' he said, 'they come from Scotland and we get them from this company, here take this leaflet.'
So there you have it, forget dusky maidens, someone in the chilly depths of Scottish waters is rooting around the sea bed for your scallops. Oh ye of little faith.
Looks like it has gone downhill, has Vic left?
ReplyDeleteI send Clive down to harvest them every morning around 10... it keeps the wolf from the door.
ReplyDeleteIvan, I haven't seen Vic for a while but I think he's still there. Peter is my new best friend on the fish counter.
ReplyDeleteCraig, I'll stick with the dusky maiden image if that's alright with you.