It’s 3.30am on a dismal and sea fog-swirling morning, as I plunge into the gloom of a Cornish fret. As I head towards the A30 and Bodmin, familiar and mystical names wreathed in local folklore loom up out of the murk. Altarnun, Dozmary Pool and St Neot all pass by, their tales now steeped in… Read More A “Dreckly” Morning 

I’ve always found that there’s something inherently appealing about eating wild seafood within sight or earshot from whence it came. Whether eating freshly-peeled Brown Shrimp sandwiches, as a boy, in our Suffolk beach hut, delighting in a sumptuous Breton Bouillabaisse, as Atlantic rollers cream their way towards your table, or savouring the sweetest Corfiot prawns… Read More The Tonks Effect