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Mackeral For Tea [Re-Edit]
00:45 Jan 07 2018
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Mackerel For Tea

On the Lleyn Peninsular in North Wales, between Llanbedrog and Abersoch there is a headland, over which I decided to walk that fine summer.
I had wanted to find a short-cut. So, after an ice-cream at the small café by the beach, I had walked along the tides edge and onto the rocks that had been exposed by the receding tide. Slipping and sliding on mussel and seaweed covered rocks, I had negotiated a path on the larger rocks, over which I had intended to climb, to take me round the headland and back onto the Warren Beach.
Finally I had reached them, only to discover that the incoming tide prevented me from getting any further.
I had then decided to see if I could get from where I was on the rocks, with the water lapping over my feet, to climb over the headland instead.
It had been getting late in the afternoon and, there had been few people in the clear blue water of Llanbedrog Bay and very little traffic on it, as I had started up the incline of shale and small stones, that led toward the top of the headland.
It had been a steep climb and as I had neared the top and the stones beneath my feet got smaller and smaller I had found myself using my hands more and more to advance any higher; then my feet had lost traction and there had been nothing to use as a firm hand hold.
Scrambling for my life, two-thirds of the way up the slope, with rocks looking up at me, my heart had beat faster and so loud I had thought it were audible to all.
And, it had been at that moment I had looked downward and noted the red two-man canoe in the water, twenty-five yards or so away. Aboard the canoe, a man and a young boy, were pointing toward me and laughing at my misfortune.
‘I wish you dead,’ I had thought momentarily, at the idea of them finding my situation amusing, my gut churning at the prospect of possible death on the rocks below.
Then with effort, I had managed to move sideways a little, before finding that once more I could go no further.
Knowing I was slipping and about to fall, I had found myself thinking quite inexplicably of the smoked mackerel my mother had intended to cook for tea.
Suddenly I had slipped and tumbled very fast down the slope until I stopped just short of the rocks.
The light blue denim jeans I had been wearing had become green from the grass and red from myself.
I had stood a little unsteadily, checked myself over and found that except for some scrapes and bruises there had been no real damage. However, I had decided not to attempt any further short-cuts that year and, instead I had chosen to walk back to the Warren Caravan Site via the road.
And, sure enough, back at the caravan I had eaten smoked mackerel for tea.

Two days had passed and I’d been in the caravan-site shop looking at the latest Spiderman comic, when I overheard two elderly women gossiping.
It had seemed that a couple of days previously, late in the afternoon, a man and his young son had drowned in Llanbedrog Bay, whilst out in their red canoe…