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Written 6th August
And there really are!!
Sadly, Fish Olav Tryggvason decided he liked the weed at the bottom of the bridge support more than life on the open road.
Olav II had two happy converts almost immediately followed by a barren period where several little fishies took the first difficult step towards believing but then fell by the wayside (from several metres up!) shortly after the walking on water part when things got a bit hard - fish of today, just no commitment. But the Good News was clearly out there. Salvation from the murky depths and a swift ascension to bridge heaven was an path that many chose to take and ye verrily soon did our bag overfloweth with the bounty of the deep. Hurrah! And a properly serious ancient mariner standing next to us augmented out trawl with a few he didn't want - we don't know why he rejected them but never look a gift fish in the mouth.
By the time it started to spit with rain, St Olav had 13 disciples - not bad for a couple of hours preaching :)
So, cleaned, gutted and headless (the fish, not us), stocked up with bbq wood (Jules) and back on the road (all of us). Just got to hope it stops raining before teatime. :)