Oh yes - pigs ears - I'd forgotten! Somewhere in Portugal a stop for lunch, en route for Lisbon, our flight home from Faro having been cancelled... taken to a huge warehouse-like building behind a bakery, bursting at the seams with locals sucking up a gorgeous stew - in which the ears were visible - and delicious! Soft red wine at flumpence a bottle, olives - peasant women schlepping vegetables in a galvanised bath, in and out to be peeled and cooked - company of friends and colleagues, some of who are no longer with us: those pigs ears constitute a happy memory - thanks for reminding me!
And then they few us to the wrong UK airport, landing at Gatwick, while our cars were parked at Heathrow ...