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after the sons did some riding on horses and another hour filling hay nets and picking up horse shit

i find nemo
(photo: lucy)
retired to the beach
with a view to a kill.
i've never spear-fished before
i didn't have enough weights or the recommended camo wetsuit or the best fins
on my first swim out i got a fish
but it got away somehow: the one that got away
my second swim out, i shot a fish and got it in to shore
my third swim out, the speargun broke: the wishbone catch for the bands snapped in half
and my spear-fishing was cut short
**amendment: apparently people in the channel isles east wrasse. some says it taste of nothing. some say it tastes like shit :o
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the wrong fish...
...at the right time
i got a wrasse
wrasse are not eaters
fortunately, we had anticipated that i might not be providing fresh fish for the BBQ and we'd brought sausages and steak burgers ali had sent us from dukeshill.
please tell me this is a wrasse and i didn't discard a perfectly edible fish
finished with a little sunbathing
and a plastic and litter pick up on the beach: took a whole bin bag away