Snappers. Small ones.

At last. A couple of days that could be classified as summer. In succession. We're up in the Coromandel Peninsula which is a very attractive area filled with bays, quiet beaches and forest that the whole of Auckland descends on in January. So we decided to go out for a spot of fishing in the bay, courtesy of local man Roy, a septuagenarian who clearly enjoyed his catches, and frankly looked like he might keel over at some point. So having established which was the emergency radio channel, he took us out to a few spots that were "reliable" for fish, and over the course of the next 3 hours, KP and I managed to bag the sum total of one small snapper each, both well below the minimum permitted catch size. Fishermen we are not. But nevertheless it was good to get out on the water for an afternoon, and even better that Roy managed to get us back to shore with his heart still ticking.

Snappers. Small ones.

Whitianga, New Zealand