A blog of the Freer Family's adventures and misadventures emigrating to Flinders Island, Tasmania, Australia, and settling there.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
8 er ate Squid...
8 squid tonight (our record I think) - we weren't even going down, but Bill gave us a call to say they were thick tonight. Of course when we got there it had gone quiet, but it picked up. There was an enormous ray slowly flapping around the pier, like a big dirty dishtowel. He was at least a metre and a half across. And another stunning 9PM last-light sky. I'm nearly out of cap so I won't post pictures. The wordcount continues.