Sunday was a whale. (as Cheri would say) The Tanj, Cheri, her add an I went fishing. And not just fishing off the dock, but on a mission to point 60 (according to the GPS), about a 40minute boat trip from East London.
Cheryl and Tania were not such happy campers floating about on the ocean, in fact Cheri spent most of the trip curled up in the foetal position. But we did get a pod of dolphins swimming with us – looks like you're going to hit them, but you never do, and I managed to catch a Miss Lucy (looks like an oversized stripy goldfish), which became my supper on Monday night. And it was delicious. The muscles in my arm were sore the next day from all that reeling I had to do. My slowness in reeling was not due to a lacking in enthusiasm, but rather having no upper-body strength.
Lovely day. And my hands smelt like fish for ages afterwards.
oh my days! we are for sure going fishing when I come in August!!!!! looks like a whale for sure.
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