Egg Banjos

It is getting all misty, mellow and fruitful all of a sudden, which is both lovely and sad. Today first thing was one of those gorgeous, grey windless days with mirror water and the sun just trying to break through but not succeeding.
We rowed to the top end of the Langstone Archipelago for egg banjos* - that's me frying the eggs and Sam margeing the white sliced (there are laws against using butter on artisanal wholemeal bread for egg banjos).

*If you haven't had the ill fortune to serve in the British armed forces, or be a decayed old hack, you can find out what an egg banjo is here and see a practical demonstration here.

Thanks to Louise Linton-Evans for the pics.