Peter and Rita lend me a bicycle, so I set off into town.
It's a country road, so look out for other traffic.
I reach the town market.
The fish is fresh here, so you take what's been caught. They haven't had large cavala (that's mackerel) for a few days. So I buy the smaller ones. They're just as tasty and cheaper, too. I get this whole lot, gutted and cleaned, for two and a half euros.
I head back and, thanks to my lousy sense of direction, get completely lost. Fortunately, after a lot of faffing about, my pine cone directions from yesterday appear and are sufficiently intact to guide me home.
Into baking dishes with olive oil and seasoning.
And dinner is ready.