Scampiferous

There are lots and lots of jetties around the town area of the lake which are festooned with all kinds of boats. Mostly fishing boats and tinnies, but I’ve also spotted some lovely couta boats and sailing boats. Looking at details of properties for sale (yes, we always do that!), I love the idea that a handful come with a private jetty.

We all decided to try an early morning fishing session as the evening ones weren’t proving fruitful. Off we trotted to the main wharf where I’d watched scores of fish being hauled in on my morning visits. No sooner than we’d baited hooks and thrown in the lines, a squall belted past and blew one of our chairs into the water. A woman next to us screamed because she thought it was one of our small children. Her husband came to the rescue – he had a big hook on a strong line, just the thing for a spot of furniture fishing. He proudly held up his soggy folding catch for his now laughing spouse to photograph.

Enough of that, we thought, let’s go to the market instead. Up the hill to the market square and crack! the lightning and thunder hit. Quite a show, but not ideal shopping weather, so its back to camp for some inside activities.

As is often the case in these parts, the weather soon cleared and we decided on another outing. All the girl- and women-folk took a trip to Secret Beach. This is where sharks can be caught at the right time, but our party seemed content to stay on the sand. In the meantime, I took a leisurely stroll through the rural back roads and enjoyed the peace.