Motor Won’t Start.
Fishing Trip goes wrong when after an entertaining morning fishing under the Bribie Island Bridge the motor fails to start, leaving us to paddle the five kilometers back Spinnaker Point boat harbour
Continue reading →Fishing Trip goes wrong when after an entertaining morning fishing under the Bribie Island Bridge the motor fails to start, leaving us to paddle the five kilometers back Spinnaker Point boat harbour
Continue reading →We had planned this fishing and camping trip for a couple of weeks and the original plan had been to motor up the Bribie Passage on the Friday afternoon and possibly get an evening fish in and then get out at dawn the next morning. I had worked from home on the Friday with the plan of getting away around … Continue reading →
When I finally got my message across about the wine, she went into the bottle shop and started ferreting around among the white wines. I had to explain to her that red wines are generally found on a shelf, not in the cooler, and they are quite usually a different colour, that is, red.
Continue reading →The land is flat for hundreds of kilometres around with mirages on the horizons, trees rise up out of their false water edges.
Continue reading →After a recent sales education seminar we designated the last day as a team exercise, in case the exercise is a game of golf. Golf and I are not well-known partners, I don’t embarrass the Scot’s by bringing the game into ill repute and I only ask the evangelists of game not bother me with requests to “at least try it”. … Continue reading →