I have enjoyed getting in touch with my masculine side this weekend. First driving a truck up to Kunigami and today untangling nets. On my morning beach cleaning constitutional, I come across this.
Nets, rope, fishing line and maritime stuff all totally tangled. I covet the rope. I can use it and it is free.
I drag it home and sit on the beach in front of my house untangling it with er a knife. I feel this is masculine and wish I had a pipe.
It was very enjoyable as there was a Pacific Rim Egret on the shore having lunch.
I am not good at patience and after 20 minutes of untangling, I take the knife and cut the rope into useful shortish lengths. They will come in handy for tying up pesky smugglers.