George Armstrong and Ian Mellis

Down in the new town after a meeting yesterday to look in a few shops - as fish kills me and cheese makes life pretty intolerable, I never really go to their respective mongers. The things I miss out on! Well maybe not the smells. I popped in to Geroge Armstrong's and picked up some clams to make a proper miso soup with and some razor clams for a bit of experimenting. The stuff in the window from the depths of the North sea is like the last wonder of the world - people stopping in awe to stare, gaping mouthed at gaping mouthed, razor teethed monsters. Mellis' window is like transporting yourself back to the forties, when people shopping local was the norm, not subject for scrutiny in some jumped up digital diary.