So yesterday evening I row the boat out to the reef for to go fishing as the sun goes down. I tie up to a convenient buoy that I believe has been left by coral study people.
Convenient
I gently fish in one Okinawan style. This means filling a little wire basket with tiny dead shrimp that you can buy at any corner shop. Once underwater the shrimp in the basket thing are released by jigging on the line and float downwards. Float downwards? Anyway below the little basket is a string of lures that look like shrimp. Fish in feeding frenzy bite these and are busted.
It is fun and leisurely. It is still 30 degrees. I catch 4 fish, all of which I throw back.
The sun goes down with usual splendour.
Kenneth McKellar
In the sunset of life
There is something about being in a boat as the sun goes down when suddenly there is an unmistakable tugging on the line that still thrills me, Doctor.
Thank you
I cast my eyes towards the land to see a huge spaceship moon creeping over the hill.
Hello
I row back in er in the moonlight. Will a 2hp chinese outboard spoil the silent moments?
Very tranquil
The Quiet Ripple Defines The Pond 
Very tranquil. Great perigree moon. Some more: http://www.guardian.co.uk/science/gallery/2013/jun/23/supermoon-elliptical-orbit-world-in-pictures
Hai!
I have not yet mastered taking moon shots
I believe the supermoon pics look so impressive as they use very long focus lenses to get the best perspective, something hard to do on a little dinghy tossing about on the water! That Okinawan fishing technique has the delightful simplicity of that I experienced on a visit to Kaikoura, NZ. There it was just a matter of putiing a weighted line with about a dozen baited hokss over the side and lowering it for about three or four metres. Then wait, occasionally tugging to judge if the weight on the line has changed. After a bit bring the line in and take off the fish that have attached themselves. Medium-sized red things, forget their name but tasty. Strange thing was the way that they made no attempt to escape once hooked but just hung there waiting for the lift to start. No chance of any Hemingway-style macho stuff with those beasties.