Fish finger sandwich

Looking at Nairn, 9 miles away across the firth from our kitchen window, not weird. Standing on Nairn beach, looking through binoculars at the window of our house over there, slightly weird.

We were here to look for an antique cupboard for our new (18th century) kitchen. Success, in oak.

In between, the Basil Harbour Café not having my usual crab, a fish finger sandwich for the first time since the 1980s. Good it was, too. Though next time I'll have authentic, soggy white bread instead of wholemeal; and salad cream instead of tartare sauce.

Before anyone says "how can you eat that stuff, yukky pukey", there are two valid uses for salad cream. Both in sandwiches. First, as above. Second, in chopped-eggy-tomato mix. The latter invoking childhood memories of packed lunches in the London Science Museum.

And that's quite enough of that.