When the fishing gods smile
IHAVEN’T checked with Cumbrian friends, but I suspect the explosion may have been audible across the Solway. The Mistress of the Household was packing for our family holiday in Mallorca, the first since the plague, when our cleaning contractors broke the news. One of them had been ‘pinged’ by the Covid app. Sorry, but we would have to make other arrangements. Visions of missing our flight to muck out holiday cottages tormented us. We
