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.
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.
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.
I cast my eyes towards the land to see a huge spaceship moon creeping over the hill.
I row back in er in the moonlight. Will a 2hp chinese outboard spoil the silent moments?