Growing-up in the South West of England I’d often hear my elders come out with phrases peculiar to the region and usually about the weather. My Mother used to favour “tis all for heat and pilchards” whenever a day started shrouded in mist. What the mist had to do with that particular oily fish I never did find out nor why my Mother would adopt a Cornish accent to say it when she was born in Kent which as a teenager I found very embaressing!

So when I drew back my bedroom curtains the other morning to see a haze of grey where the sky and sea should’ve been I found myself wondering if it would be a good day to go fishing and yes, my thoughts did take on a West Country drawl!