I woke up a few minutes before my alarm was about to go off (25-03-2014; 0530), a sign of getting old and perhaps anticipation of productive fishing. It was of course still dark and it took about 30 minutes to get the morning chores done. Feeding the animals, digging a hole, packing my fishing gear and watering the gardens.
While riding down the drive way on the quad, struggling to hold the torch, the bucket and the gaff in one hand and steering with the other one, I appreciated that it was a warm morning and that it wasn’t raining.
It was still dark when I arrived at the bay I intended to fish. Walking to the headlands of it takes about 30 minutes, but the rocks were slippery, so I walked both slowly and carefully. It started raining.