Whitebait before school
Nothing like a bit of huntin', fishin' or shootin' before school... the prey of choice this morning was whitebait on the incoming tide at our front gate. What a life it is when you get to stop by the sea on your way to school.
Because we live here on the farm with them, my dad and Conor have a very special bond and I love seeing the way they interact together. I enjoy seeing Conor value his Granddad's knowledge, and for a pretty undemonstrative bloke, Dad's love and delight in Conor shines out of him like a lighthouse beacon.
One day, these will be precious memories indeed.
Whitebaiting this way is quite physical work, and once again I take my hat off to my 76 year old dad for getting amongst it and giving it a go: I had thought the net might not get an outing this year.
We may not catch that many as the quantities running up our little creek aren't huge, but the pleasure we all get from a few shared fritters is always great. What better way to spend a calm spring morning?