A lobster and a bottle of whisky
RETURNING to maritime matters, a friend told me a good story recently of a well-known family of distillers who, many years ago, spent a lot of time sailing around the west coast.
Occasionally, when they went into a bay at the end of the day and wanted fresh food or a change of diet, they would look for a lobster pot buoy. They’d pull up a creel and if it contained a good-sized lobster they would replace it with a bottle of their own whisky. I don’t know who got the best deal - probably the fisherman as lobsters in these days were ten-a-penny, but I sure would have liked to have seen the expression on his face when he saw what he had caught.