Terry and I were fishing over the weekend and a great time was had.
It began with a East 55 race to the spawning grounds through the thick morning mist.
Soon the mist had lifted to reveal a calm and gentle swell, here are some pics of this wonderful weekend, and a exciting "fishy tale".
ODE TO THE £AIRD.
We catch the cod we catch the haddock
we catch crab and lobster too,
we search the sea for fish to catch
in our boat so sleek and blue "O"
7 miles out with no sight of land
where dolphins chatter hello
sometimes the basking shark will call
he’s such a long fellow "O".
A wandering bird rests a while
upon our golden mast
then leaves his calling card for us
before flying home so fast "O"
Ahead we see a pure white sail
but not a boat a bobbing
ti’s Dick himself the great white whale
that sets our hearts a throbbing "O"
Full steam ahead toward the beast
we’ll catch him this time Terry
we shall hunt him till we catch him
or our bones our friends will bury "O"
We chased him night we chased him day
until his singing heard
but from his blow hole water waffled
from the blow hole of the £aird "O"
Yes we caught the great white whale
now men doff their toppers
we shall go down in mystery
because we don’t tell whoppers "O"
They shall talk of us in years to come
how hero’s we became
because we caught the uncatchable
with just a anchor and a chain"O".
I am a picean
two fish swimming past each other,
just like you and I, so,
please do not take offence for in
reality I like you and I stern to your supremacy.
I THINK WE NEED A BIGGER FRYING PAN TERRY !!!