SUNDAY 13TH OCTOBER 2013 – Old Renault, Fresh Tuna, Bonnie Tyler
Today – which was lovely hot and sunny – we took a chunk out of watching Toulon do for Glasgow (Jonny going off with a hurty wrist) and William let me drive about in his old Renault 4 camionette. I’ve never before used a dash-mounted stick-shift, but apart from it doing my own wrist an injury, I had it figured quick enough. I was too worried about insurance complexities to take it on to the big road. Here’s the beast and me looking well pleased within:
Next treat up was the tuna that Willi caught last week, out in his boat beyond St Mandrier. There’s a hell of a tale in the Hemingway way to accompany the catching, which we’ll summarise by listing five in the morning, cold, alone, and no net to hand. Here’s our William with the catch – a bonito, we understand, which put us all in mind of Bonnie Tyler, and we tried and tried to remember her Eurovision entry, eventually giving up and googling, and then singing it loud and long. Then a similar bother recalling the song that won. Irregardless (as an ex-colleague used to say), the tuna barbecued over wood was simply gorgeous. Here’s the before and the during and the after.
And, licking fingers, believe in me that that was mainly Sunday.