Living on an island often invites the question, "Do you like fish, then?"

My answer is always a clear cut - 'yep' and 'ugh!'

I like kippers sizzled in butter in the frying pan;  river trout baked with chopped almonds;  fresh salmon barbecued in tin foil, sprinkled with parsley and a squirt of lemon. (Aah… memories)

Unfortunately, none of these delights are available below the 28th parallel.

Even the fish which make up my favorite bits of sushi are alien to tropical waters.

Not that I haven't tried the local sea produce.  I'm always being goaded into taking a bite of some gunky looking marine creature with assurance of its deliciousness.  A polite belch is the usual result.

And, since the Ministry of Food for Foreigners has blacklisted Marmite my staple diet looks something like this...

                                                      In sharp contrast to the local delicacies.