There’s one outstanding feature of eating in the Sounds that I mustn’t forget. Fish. If you catch it, which, I confess, we didn’t … but my father left some fresh blue cod for us, so we didn’t need to. And it was delicious. Dipped in egg lightly beaten with a splash of water, rolled in breadcrumbs, and fried. Purists will probably turn up their noses, but it always seems pretty good to me. Crisp crust, tender flesh, not over-cooked. And a squeeze of home-grown lemon. Served with roasted potato chunks & something green. Perhaps this epitomises making the best of local produce?