|Red fishing boat|
As you can see, it was one of those ominous-looking days. Thick masses of low dark clouds swept by overhead until it finally rained for a while.
Luis and a buddy motored by on a rib and showed me some of the large sea bream they had caught. I remembered telling myself some time ago that I'd start fishing once in a while just to get out there on the water (marina water is not real even though it's full of fish), run with the stay sail and troll a line while whistling the morning away. Right!
|Here they come with a cooler full of fish|
I noticed that the Wauquiez is now out on the mooring with his mast stepped.
|Look at all the wind generators in the background|
I should stop being a complainer...it could be worse, Right?