#jeffbanks

The fishing is slow but not uneventful. A couple of very promising bites encourage prolonged attempts. From time to time we up stakes and move towards the receding tide. By the time I have “caught” a number of “weed fish” we are several hundred metres under the high tide mark.

Again – everyone being full of their own importance.

Along the way we see a young local on a motorbike. No protective gear, no helmet, no attempt to obey any road rules as to speed or the use of the road. He bounces along the footpath, flat out, tail wagging through the dust where the concrete ends

For the first time in a long time, I have no afternoon headache. The work of the chiropractor Dr. Harley has done well I think to myself.

Robyn calls – booked out. We are both annoyed, Should have just done it, to coin the Nike slogan.

Given the state of the engine under the hood, one wonders if they looked given the air intakes are still full of leaves. He is not a happy camper and he intends to front the service manager in the morning with his worries