Fish

The warmth came back yesterday, clear sun on the sandy beach and Ardi frollicked with a new puppy friend and I didn't have to walk home but just clean the sand out of the car when I got back. I wanted to take him down again later, but he is so spoilt he hates the back of the ute and there's no way we were taking him in the front and also last time we fished with him he ate the other fishermen's bait. So we stood in the perfect afternoon air and cast our lines into the little waves and watched the fish darting in the surf. I lost count of how many we caught, we just kept the big ones and let the others flip out of our fingers and back into the water with the energy of terror.After dark when the cold air started streaming in, I carried my big pot of fish soup over next door. The table was loaded, the good plates and wine glasses and happy faces and huge platters of food, grilled fish and baked fish and steamed fish...fish.I drank a whole bottle of red wine without enough help and then listened to myself as my mouth ran away talking too much, words spilling out as freely as the wine spilt in. I should have a hangover this morning but I don't, so I figure it must have been a pretty good bottle of wine. It is a shame I can't remember the label or I would go out and buy some more.This morning it is another gorgeous day, S and the Traveller are back working on the fence, after they put an upright in the wrong place last week when I was out. So after some re-designing this morning, we are back on track and I should stay here and help them but am going to take my son the the shops and meet my daughter there as she stayed at a friends last night and she is going to choose some clothes for the boy because she says if I choose them they will be sans style and she can't have a brother who doesn't look cool.And I wonder if you read all that hardly taking a breath because that is how I typed it. Have a nice day everybody :)