'And there was the sea, the colour of tea, cold, univiting and glum...' The wind has swung to westerly and pushed the flood from Pat's river back into the pier at Whitemark. The sea was tannic and murky, when we went down to try for squid this evening. Still, we met our newly Australian citizen Doctors (Congratulations!) and Max (the border collie) and my girlfriend Molly the Great Dane X Wolfhound and Bill and Maria. Much amusement derived from B trying to net a skate on Bill's line with too short a net (Maria and I holding her feet) It got away, for which we're all grateful. Dr Biren says he's seen a number of nasty skate-spine wounds which inevitably don't heal well.
Anyway, we decided it wasn't much good for squid, chatted a bit, and came home. That's the worst I have seen the water here looking.
We went to a garage sale this AM and bought a couple of bits and bobs - a hand saw, a small orbital sander (they're fairly useless, but I have so few tools, and some cross stitch and books for B and yet another Alvey reel for me (boat one) and a couple of wastepaper baskets. These were the biggest win as they're an iniquitous price here - I keep threatening to use other containers (ours stayed in SA) but everything gets appropriated for plants.