
got crabs
...one of herne bay's finest.
after 4hrs sleep, caught the train back to london from edinburgh.
drove back to farm delerious.
apparently the perou-mobile's engine was the most fuckered anyone at the engine rebuilding shop had ever seen.
it's LPG conversion may have been to blame.
made it back to farm in time to head out to the herne bay crab catching competition.
here's our friend david's prize catch which maximum quickly assumed as his own.
david graciously let maximum enter his catch in the competion as his own, and he's won 3rd place!
i caught zero crabs.
and managed to get a crab line caught round a pier pillar in an attempt to launch my line further out to sea.
after the competition, we all sat on the beach, with david, lucy, laurence and tillie and ate great fish and chips from 'ernies' (the best chippie in herne bay).
all exhausted.
the 1/2 turkey is not growing at all.
and now prefers it's own company.