Just hang onto that pretty wife of yours, if and when you go, you old coot!Thanks morning glory.
Cin, yes, down south they are called panfish because they grow as big as the frying pan. We usually just grill them. Very tasty, flaky white meat. However, we just released them as they are out of season. Catch and release only this time of year.
Rock, I've always wanted to go fishing in Canada. My old neighbor goes up every year and brings back pictures of incredible fish, and stories of great times. Hopefully someday soon for us.
No bt, this one was a hard shell. I am not a big fan of the soft shell. Too much sea water in them.Have the lobsters gone soft shell yet, Addie? Should be in June, but it's been cold.
Much need rain at that. This continent has had a drought for a couple of years.No lightning, just pouring rain. It's a little hard to see. Turn up your speakers and you'll hear it.
Do they still use that canal? And I am begging you, please send me some of that asparagus. All they ever sell in my supermarket are the new shoots with tiny heads. No flavor at all!Well, I can't photograph tomorrow but here is yesterday in Canterbury! :
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Knee deep!How deep do frogs like their ponds?
Don't be put off. Bigger fish usually = bigger bones that are easy to avoid (salmon, swordfish, cod etc). Small fish (anchovies, whitebait, kippers etc) the bones are small and soft so can be eaten. It's the ones in between that can be tricky, but well worth the effort. I have come to really love fish over the past couple of years, probably due to finding a couple of really good fishmongers locally. And it's a really environmentally friendly source of food. Apart from the farmed stuff it has pretty much zero input, unlike meat. The oily ones are so good for you too.
But you do have to get used to being chided for your accent while trying to understand theirs. I think Bostonians have the most distinct accent in the country. When I lived in Texas, all I ever heard was "You're from Boston, aren't you."Yes, but you can do that just by jumping on a plane or driving. You can choose to live in Alaska or Florida without loads of paperwork or learning a foreign language.
When I was in California, I was forever asked where I was from. I always answered Texas in my best southern accent.But you do have to get used to being chided for your accent while trying to understand theirs. I think Bostonians have the most distinct accent in the country. When I lived in Texas, all I ever heard was "You're from Boston, aren't you."
You do have a point about the paperwork though. We can travel to Canada or Mexico with just our birth certificate and a picture ID.
Yes of course we get fresh lobsters here and we also import frozen lobster tails from Maine, i.e. not an either/or situation.Don't any of you seamen put out pots for lobster in the North Atlantic? The further north you go, the better the lobsters love the cold water.
Corrected.You got the tagging wrong, name is still in black.
Its the Great Stour river and there are always boats punting up and down. As for asparagus, its wonderful eaten fresh from local suppliers! A real treat.Do they still use that canal? And I am begging you, please send me some of that asparagus. All they ever sell in my supermarket are the new shoots with tiny heads. No flavor at all!
Ride fame. Listen my children and you shall hear, of the midnight ride of Paul Revere. I could post the whole poem, but it is dreadfully long. Ask any New England child who had to memorize it.
Nor the other fourIsrael Bissel didn't get the credit he deserved.
Nor the other four
Four men and one woman made late night rides, alerting the early Americans of what dangers lay ahead.
Paul Revere, Samuel Prescott, Israel Bissell, William Dawes, and Sybil Ludington.
Israel Bissells Ride
by Gerard Chapman
Listen, my children, and you shall hear
Of Israel Bissell of yesteryear:
A poet-less patriot whose fame, I fear,
Was eclipsed by that of Paul Revere.
He lacks the renown that accrued to Revere
For no rhymester wrote ballad to blazon his fame;
But Bissell accomplishedand isnt it queer?
A feat that suggested Reveres to be tame.
And yet is unknown to all but the few
Who, intrigued by the histry of exceptional deeds,
Wish now to pay homage to Bissell long due
To him who filled one of the colonies needs.
Twas the nineteenth of April in seventy-five,
The day that Pauls ride was brought to a pause
(That war-warning which was made to survive
By Longfellows preference for him over Dawes),
That Bissell went south to carry the post
To patriot folk in Jersey and Penn.
And despite that his route was much longer than most
(It passed over hill, through valley and fen),
He carried the news of Britains attack
And the Middlesex farmers resolute stand,
And asked that the faraway colonists back
Their Boston compatriots stout-hearted band.
Down through Connecticut, down through New York,
He spread the alarm far and wide.
Across the wide Hudson he passed like a cork:
He rode through New Jersey, and on the far side
Attained Pennsylvania at last.
His trip cost two horses that under him died;
Never before had man gone so fast
The distance that Bissell made on his long ride.
He reduced the trip time from six to four days
To take to the men on the Delawares shore
The Patriots call for a blaze
Of resistance to Britain and war!
So men from New York, Philadephia too,
Joined men from New Jersey in telling the King
That henceforth the Colonists wanted their due
In matters of government, and everything
That affected the lives of men who required
The unfettered right to control their own fate.
When such was denied them, these men were inspired
To proclaim to all mankind a newly-formed state.
We all know the fruit of the joining of forces:
How King George and Great Britain were defeated in war;
To Israel Bissell and his galloping horses
We now render tribute that was due him before.