Sunday, 9 September 2012
Days Out in Devon: Missing Most of Fishstock
Instead of arriving at Fishstock yesterday in time to sample the foodie and crafty delights on sixty two stalls and view ten maritime displays where I'm sure that I would have found something intriguing to write about, Mr Metrosexual and I got waylaid. We prepared a very leisurely lunch, sat in the garden and ate it and then wandered down to Brixham town via the scenic coastpath route. Once there we sat al fresco at the Old Market Place House pub. There we indulged in a pint and a rather grown-up game of talent spotting, before ambling along to the festival at the behest of Barbie Nurse and her husband Glazey Dave. There we found the last of the stallholders had packing up their final bits and pieces!
So you see, diddly squat that is sensible and informative to report. All that was left to do was meet up with Ruff Stu, Mr Metrosexual's partner. There is a secret story behind his name as he is not rough but as soft as a small kitten....or hamster. We all then had a wonderful time admiring boats and things like this tall ship which is pixelated and hasn't really got stripy rigging. We drank a bit more beer, stuffed our faces and listened to some good music on the acoustic stage. Aside from 'pirate band' Tricorn Shonky, I have not a clue who we saw. Further proof that there won't be a single newspaper writer out there who is going to be concerned that I'll be taking their job at any time soon!