Flying Fish Time

So New Year's Day arrives pretty early for  us, and I rope Helen into a 7am Powerwalk. I have an ulterior motive, my New Years resolution is to complete a walk called the London Loop with my friend Becky. Our first walk is set up for mid January- so a training walk was needed. You know to ease me in gently. Our attempts to walk up the west coast was thwarted by firstly solid rocks blocking our way along the beach, and then secondly by a police car blocking the beach road. So we take the long way round and eventually find ourselves drinking coffee in the little beachside town of St Lawrence gap about a 30 minute walk from our place.

Coffee over we head back to our rustic ( ie run down) hotel near Oistins and relax under some palm trees enjoying the sea view ahead of us.

That night we walked into Oistins to enjoy our first taste of local specialty flying fish. After risking walking past the fishing port ( see previous blogs for the tales of fishermen playing with there erm tackle in various beachside destinations I've visited) we get charmed into sitting at a little shack by a woman with the biggest smile I've ever seen. Fish were grilled, accompanied by rice and peas and macaroni pie - and we enjoyed watching the locals getting involved in road tennis.....happy holidays x