Dulse

So I've been thinking about, I've been thinking a little bit about what I would read.

And actually one of the ones I'd like to read, one of the ones kind of towards the end, which is the poem Dillisk, which I guess is also kind of a, at least for me, obviously it's something that's found all over the country, but for me it's a very Warford thing, at least.

So this is Dillisk.

"'Rack-rect upon the rocks of Benvoy, "'food for the real old stock.

"'Dullesk or dullesh, others call it dulls.

"'Stones from the garden, I suppose.' clusters of palmaria palmata deep and purple drying out smelling still of salt and sand of the radio roaring in sausage sizzle you bent behind a windbreaker weighed down with whatever there was to hand stones from the beach i suppose you turned and tended it what you didn't eat you gave away when cooked it purifies the blood according to the old people A great many of them ate it to cure indigestion.

Others boiled it with milk or held it over fire till it turned green.

Dillisk for the people.