Steamed Pike with Sorrel Sauce

Our son, when quite a small boy, spent many hours lying on his stomach on a bridge that spans the Windrush. He kept his head well back from the edge of the river but held tight to a noose that he had made from thin wire. We were sceptical indeed when he told us that he was going to snare a pike and amazed when he did just that. Could he have read Walton’s Compleat Angler? It became a favourite summer occupation for several years and I had the pleasure of preparing a