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.

Blown up by recent typhoons

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.

I bought the knife in MacIntyre’s hardware in Tarbert at least 20 years. Sheffield steel you know, razor sharp

It was very enjoyable as there was a Pacific Rim Egret on the shore having lunch.

Yum, click on this

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.

A length of rope always comes in handy.