A Red Letter Day

 

Stuart the Fisherman

"Hey, I should be able to find you a Fishermans Friends concert next time you are over," said Stuart the Fisherman last year.

"What - really?" I was truly shocked. A concert! With the Fishermans Friends? I had seen them perform 3 times and had about had a conniption every time.

Public glimpses of my favorite singing group are just about impossible, but for someone like Stuart the Fisherman, who is Cornish through and through, and who is friends with everybody here (even the Fishermans Friends), the word 'impossible' does not apply.

I remembered this, and waited through the year. I was not worried because even if nothing happened, just hearing that it might was quite exciting.

Today when the blue skies broke out above St Ives, I got out a pretty blue chair to sit on and have a cup of tea and cake. Resting my feet on the outdoor steps, I took a bite and watched the boats across the harbour. Then I suddenly recognized one of the boats. It was a yellow boat. Stuart's boat is yellow! 

Not knowing that my phone was at 3% battery (typical), I began to run! Down the pier I sped just as Stuart was lifting a gigantic plastic container filled with something creepy. You never know what a fisherman might be carrying in those things.

A tourist was mooching around on the pier, and asked Stuart what was in there. The container was strangely active, the lid sort of bubbling up and down. You will not believe what Stuart said. 

"Octopus's! Tons of Octopus's!" (He might have said 'Octopi'. I don't remember.)

"Eeeeeeeeek!" I squeaked. And jumped back.

By now I had noticed my phone battery was at 1% so I quickly snapped two shots of Stuart and the moocher before the phone died.

Here are the two shots I got. Can you see the tentacles stuck to the container lid??? Is that not the creepiest thing ever? 

He had never caught Octopi before, and neither had anyone else on that pier. So this was a Red Letter Day.

I did not like those Octopi's. Stuart had on rubber gloves and plunged his hands in and out of the squiggly mess. (They stuck on his gloves. Oh, man).

I feel about them the way I do about Huntsman Spiders and centipedes. God has a strange sense of humor.

See you along the way!

the SconeLady