This is the first I've ever heard of potted shrimp, and now I think I simply must find a recipe. And it's far from the only lovely little detail in this fic, not just in terms of the camping trip and the beauty of the setting, but also the background of the war and the way Augusta's thoughts keep returning to her family. Amelia and Severus are such an interesting pair to throw together, but I particularly love Minerva and Augusta, and particularly this exchange:
"What if we’re not enough?"
"I don’t think anyone’s ever accused you of that"
Indeed. *grin* Thank you so much for sharing this.