Called in to Murray's Club, (don't even think of a link), which is generally good for a laugh; some fella emerged from behind the bar with a load of prawns, proper prawns, boiled, in their shells - delicious: sucking the juice out of the legs like an ancestor who lived by the sea. Goes well with Guinness.
And tonight I've been eating berries from a sea buckthorn tree. Yum. An odour of Christmas Pudding. And really good for you. AND I'm saving the seeds to stratify them for three months, and then to sow them, and then to grow a hedge. Not bad for an evening munch, eh?
There are times when a post industrial age offers a bit of delight.