The very short version is that the weather was so bad that the fishing boat couldn't get out from Anstruther (might have been Crail, have been twice) and the four of us uni friends were stuck with little more than lots of tea, dried mashed potato and tobacco - two of us were going through a rather pretentious pipe-smoking phase, Clan Aromatic, and something else that had to be shaved from a block then rubbed in your palms: it's going to really annoy me now that I can't remember the name of it. Even the lighthouse keepers (there were such back then) had almost nothing to eat/share with us. We sat in the old lighthouse where we were staying (rumoured to be haunted), and stupified ourselves on endless tea and tobacco till the weather broke. I refused to eat the limpets the others were prising off the rocks!