SUNDAY 9 SEPTEMBER EIGHTY MILE BEACH
I walked on the beach, again, for a couple of hours in the morning. Starting the day this way is akin to meditation, I find.
M and John went down to fish, in the early afternoon. The tide was a long way out. They went right out – to the mud section – and caught some catfish. These were despatched right back to where they came from!
I sat back to wait for the tide to come to me, but got bitten by sandflies, so retired back to camp.
The other two eventually caught some salmon.
John watched football on TV.