Eating fish & chips during the holiday season at the English seaside is not just a way of taking on food. It is not just a tradition or a way of life – it is a religion. Consider the concentration and enrapt look on their faces – they are like celebrants at a mass taking communion. For one brief moment in time, all the troubles of the world has been blotted out and there is just fish and there is just chips. (And, in the case of at least one of our alfresco diners, there is also mushy-peas.) Contemporary cultural note: the plastic forks are a recent innovation – it used to be a little wooden fork; and, fish & chips were never ever served-up directly into a newspaper – any fule kno that would just get the food stained with printers ink.



(Scarborough, 18:40pm, August 1st 2007, f 3.6 - 1/100 - ISO 100)