Cousteau, King of the beach

Well, you didn't expect a Cousteau shot in the midst of my break away, now did you?

Well, Canterbury and Simon came over to the West Coast for the day to enjoy the sunshine and to do a spot of fly fishing.

Canters dropped my boy off with me in the morning and after consuming fresh blueberry muffins and lashings and lashings of tea, they headed off to the Race to find themselves some fish. They didn't catch anything (except Canterbury's finger - they had to pop into town to the Med Centre to get the hook out - ouch!)

In the meantime, Cousteau and I went to Hokitika for a long walk on the beach, followed by a civilised lunch. We came home, had tea and then went to find the boys. They stayed up at the Race til dark, picked up the hound and got home, I believe, around 11.30 pm.

More reading by the fire for me.