If you like oysters you're not alone: Egyptians and Assyrians knew that these molluses were delicious; the Greeks and Romans thought they were an aphrodisiac.
I don't like them - in fact, I've never tasted one, even though they grow in profusion on our own jetty -, maybe because at my age I no longer need an aphrodisiac, or maybe because the oyster has a sex change and can be first a male and then a female and back again.
But the movie "Oyster Farmer" is not about oysters but a rollicking good yarn with oysters, set on the Hawkesbury River near Sydney.
Of course, here at Nelligen we have much better oysters and a much better river but that's an argument for another day.
