I went for a beach clean as there was a tangle of fishing line that I had seen a few days back and had not been able to relocate it. I did get hold of it this time and it half filled my bag, including sinkers that were caught up as well. There were also the usual butts, ropes and plastic lids. By the time I got back the Disseldorp's were sitting on the top balcony with their feet up, just making themselves to home. They brought the vanilla slices so they were allowed in. It was picture perfect watching the yachts below.
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| fishing line mess |
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| bagged |
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| gawk and talk |
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| passing thru |
Big Fishy
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