Saturday was windy and cold, consequently we spent most of the day in the camp kitchen, drinking cups of tea and hoping that the huge intake of fluids would make us heavy enough to not be blown to NZ with the gusts. Eoin tried fishing in the morning, but by the time he set the casting ring, the sinker was behind him. Sunday dawned much nicer, clear blue skies, sunshine and a lightbreeze. After some morning housekeeping, we walked over to the harbour to try our luck. We had been fishing for about 15mins, when Gail caught her first ever fish. Unfortunately, it wasn't of a size suitable for the skillet, but she played it like a professional and bought it up to the wharf. Pleased as punch.Of course, photos were taken, and if you haven't
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