Here’s the difference between my street in Canada and my street in Scotland. In Canada, when I hear a tinny version of La Cucaracha outside, I know the ice cream truck has arrived, and kids will run out their front doors and line up to buy a popsicle or an ice cream cone. Here, every Thursday afternoon, when I hear a loud honking out on the street, I know the fish van has arrived, and senior citizens will come out of their front doors and queue up to buy haddock, or fish cakes, or tatties. We have a fish van.
This guy drives 2+ hours every week from the east coast and stops in neighbourhoods all over Lanarkshire, selling fish as well as baked goods and some produce. Today I bought haddock for this evening (I will bread it and serve it with grilled tomatoes and a cabbage slaw), smoked haddock for tomorrow (I will make Cullen Skink), and fish cakes for the the freezer.
In Orkney I lived less than a seven minute walk from the sea, but had to drive to buy my seafood. Here I live 40+ minute drive from the ocean, but the fish come to my front door.