Fishing Tales                  

Greetings friends, and here is a little story from my childhood when we lived in Uganda. The things some of us can get up to!

                         
My father had taken us to the water and sewage works farm, where he was needed to sort out some machinery.
This was above the river which flowed through part of the property.
We used to like going there as they had many fruit trees and we would come back with, lychee's and oranges, mulberries etc.
My mother had sat herself down in the shade with a book, while I under the watchful eye of a gardener went to fish with my bamboo pole and string with a bent safety pin for a hook.
Being about 7 years old, this was going to be the biggest fish ever!
Little did I know!
I was busy trying to catch whatever, when my hook caught on some material that was under an old tree branch stuck in the river.
My line would not come free, and after some tugging, I noticed my line was caught up on something pinkish, that looked rather like a foot.You can imagine at how excited I was at catching something, not quite realising what it really was.
Shouting about it, the gardener came over to see what I was up to. He started calling out and became very agitated, so my mother came to see what all the fuss was. Having poor eyesight she was looking at something different in the river, and at first could not understand what all the noise was about.
My father hearing all the commotion came over, and whilst someone called the police I was taken away from the scene. I wanted to stay and watch. Blood thirsty little devil that I was.
We heard later that it was probably some tribal dispute and some african man, poor soul had been thrown into the river with a couple of bricks round his neck. It was only my 'fortunate catch' that had unearthed this murder.
Some months later whilst on holiday in England, we were walking through the park when I saw a body lying in some leaves under a hedge. I poked it with a stick and my body leaped up with a yell. It was a tramp having his siesta. Apologies accepted and some money for a cuppa to the poor old bloke, I was led away and told to forget about playing detective. There were no more dear bodies to be had.

Picture for the week has a water theme.

"On the River"

I do hope you are enjoying reading these little stories, and come back again next week.
To all the cooks out there, don't forget to check for any scrumptious recipes Klaus has updated on the blog.


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This week on Darwin I have filled in some around his jowls, and started on his shoulder. Trying to do short white fur is not one of the easiest things to do, have got stuck a couple of times, I don't want it looking like a block of white pencil. but hopefully we will get there.
I can feel some elephants calling me to be done  next.
See you next week, and thanks for all the lovely comments I get.  I really appreciate hearing from you.