There’s been some food for thought over the year that has just passed. In early October, I was enjoying the last of the summer sunshine in Greece, drinking the local wine at a harbourside taverna and idly enjoying the little fish flicking and flashing silver in the water just a foot away. I was then slightly aggrieved when a posse of young boys arrived with fishing lines and took up position nearby – I hate to see fish caught.

Cue a conversation with my other half in which I wondered aloud at my peculiar dualistic take on the fishermen of Greece. Old, leathery men puttering about in wobbly boats, ...


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