Off in the morning. 8 hour drive to Denham. Mum and Dad are coming with us, should be good, interesting, good, different, nice…
Not being much of a fishing person, never sure what hook goes where and where the heavy things go and if you use one of those spinning shiny things or if the bait sits on the bottom or floats on the top, so I take my wallet and buy fish and chips instead. My Dad started this trend of anti-fishing and his Dad before him. This fact I only just discovered about an hour ago on the phone. dad rings and asks am I taking fishing gear, I respond with “Why would I do that?”. He is like yeah good question who needs all that knot undoing and messing chopping up, I laughed. All those times he took me fishing when we were young, all those messy lines and smelly fish sitting in fish boxes weeks after you get home from holidays. He hated it all along. He thought he was doing it for my sake and I thought, “Oh Dad likes this fishing deal so I had better go along with it”. We laughed a bit about it, then he tells me his Dad never liked it but his Dad’s bother (my great Uncle Merve Vawser) loved it. And his kids all love it. Strange but true!
What will we do if we don’t fish?
We have a little inflatable raft, some inner tubes, some deck chairs and some books. We also have some masks and snorkles.
What books you ask?
I have a few on the go –
Chain Of Command, The road from 9/11 to Abu Graib
Winton’s original short story book – Scission
John Dear – Jesus The Rebel, Bearer of God’s Peace and Justice.
This weeks Bulletin magazine and the latest Wild magazine (Bushwalking)
Christine is reading Nelson Mandella, In His own Words
And In The Presence of My Enemies, Burnham.
So in between playing, sleeping, paddling, reading and eating…who knows what else we will get up to?