I’ve talked to plenty of electricians in my time, but never one who’s just paddled out to sea and back in his sit-on kayak and brought back a fresh, line-caught mackerel for his breakfast.
Rob Aunger is a man
who is Bude born and bred. He’s enjoyed travelling the wider world, but the bewitching
charm of this tiny, land-locked Cornish seaside town of
After Ron took his catch
home to share with his children, I walked round the sunlit sandy beach before
my own breakfast was ready today. I stood listening to Atlantic breakers bringing me coded
messages from the
Checking my watch, I hurried back to meet a shooting deadline. A convoy of parked lorries was about to release nine thousand racing pigeons simultaneously. They were homeward bound for Ireland. A fast flock that size is not an easy target to hit with an iPhone camera. Perhaps I'd have been quicker on the draw if I'd breakfasted beforehand.