We woke to the noises of our fellow campers, already up and about and noisy. Trev was feeling ready to go, but I was stubbornly trying to cling to my sleep.
Eventually I conceded defeat and got up. 5 out of 6 headed for the rocky point (the usual fishing spot) but had to wade part of the way to get there.
The fishing was pretty good, with 14 caught (mostly King George Whiting)- enough for dinner tonight.
The afternoon was not so successful. The 2 who paddled came in with 4 gar and 1 Whiting. ( from 1 fisher). Those who waded( up to groin level) back to the rocks got very wet but came back with only 3 Whiting ( from 1 fisher) and 1 large flathead.
By the time we returned we were all pretty tired out and ready for tea. Bob cooked up the fish (yum) , we whipped up a salad from combined resources, and then finished up with delightful cheesecake (thanks Bev) and raspberries. A delicious and fitting finish to a fine meal as the sun set
The temperature was rapidly dropping as we piled on the layers, did the dishes and were treated to some music from Bob.
The water was calm and there was very little wind. The continuing background noise of bees and blowflies continued till the sun went. Then the mozzies took over.
Luvapuzzle 