Sun Under The Yardarm

‘Help yourself darling, it’s a free world,’ says the auntie fishing.

I’d asked if my stopping on the causeway would disturb their fishing.

I’m looking for herons and finfoot at a little inlet into the river. As I sit quietly I overhear their talk. ‘I’d even settle for an eel at this stage,’ says one. Ah, nothing’s biting, I gather. Then something I couldn’t catch followed by, ‘Well, there’s an aeroplane that’s flown over somewhere.’

Ah, time for a dop! It is after all, well after 8am. The sun may still be well under the yardarm, but she’s probably right about that aeroplane . .

~~oo0oo~~

Feature pic: High tide in the nearby mangroves

dop – a shot of booze; tipple; a stiff drink