Pike parties and hot port
Dec 16, 2021
3 minutes
NDC
n a shelf in my book-case, nestled between and Surtees, sits a rather sinister-looking pike’s head in a jar of formaldehyde. This toothy trophy serves as a reminder of a family holiday when I was 14 and my parents took me to Bordeaux to educate my palate. However, all I wanted to do was fish and I soon spotted a pike lying motionless beneath a shady willow in our hosts’ mill pond. A craftily-flicked Toby soon had it on the bank
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