This is something that never fails to amaze me: the sight of myriad fishermen all fishing in the same spot from early morning to late at night. In a dense forest of fishing rods, sinkers and hooks flying around, I am always surprised that the lines do not become entangled, or worse, that the catch of the day does not turn out to be one of the fellows on the beach.
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My blog posts, written in Afrikaans and English, represent the rantings and ravings, the joys and blessings of a 67-year-old retiree – Me.
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