It was only a couple of hundred metres between the gently rounded island and the mainland, which tumbled abruptly and darkly into the sea from the heather-covered plateau. Knut took his shoes off, waded ashore and tied the boat to a rock. I offered to carry Lea, but she just smiled and made me the same offer. Knut and I made a fire and lit it while Lea gutted and cleaned the fish. ‘Once we caught so many fish that we had to fetch the wheelbarrow to empty the boat,’ Knut said. He was already licking his lips. I couldn’t ever remember being that fond of fish when I was a boy. Maybe that’s because it was mostly served in the form of deep-fried fritters or fish fingers, or shaped into balls in a white, semen-like sauce. ‘There’s a lot of food here,’ Lea said, wrapping the entire fish in silver foil and placing it directly on the flames. ‘Ten minutes.’ Knut clambered onto my back, clearly excited at the prospect of food. ‘Wrestling match!’ he cried, clinging onto me even when I tried to stand up.
