Colin Pressdee

I can remember the very cranny where I caught my first crab and lobster; the very rock where I perched and cast for my first bass at Whiteshell; the smell of fresh foods cooking , and the appetite that a day on the seashore gave me.

We would pick mussels and winkles from the rocks, gather the seaweed laverbread, or search the cliffs for wild mushrooms.

At night we might take out the drag net and trawl deep in the dark water for sole, plaice, skate and even squid and cuttlefish.

I can remember returning dozens of spider crabs from the lobster pots, not to mention kilos of whelks, conger eels, whiting, mullet, pollock and fiddler crabs, which today are all prized.Pressdee goes on to recount that the family had a fishing hut at Rhossili where they caught and cooked everything.

[4] Television and radio presentations and appearances include:[5] Glenfiddich Award for Regional Writer of the Year (1989) for food and wine articles in Wales on Sunday.