Living in a ski-suit
I made the decision, this year, to not live under bridges on a diet of raw apples and roadside blackberries, but instead to have a couple of months of hard work, designing tackle, so that I can get rich quick and return to sunnier climes a prince, or duke or a king maybe. In the meantime I’ve finally finished Latohegy, all apart from the water heating system which involves soldering copper, a task which is, of course, completely impossible. When I say “finished” I am referring only to the inside, and to the inside of the cabin at that. I’m not referring to the cellar, the outside bath, the pizza oven and seating area, the outdoor flytying room, the ten miles of fence, the vineyards, the three lakes (one of which is for casting, the other two containing large black bass), the mermaid statue water fountains, the house I’m actually going to live in or any of the other things that will prevent me fishing or fucking 24hrs/day.
But even so, it’s comes as both relief and surprise to have finished something that I started, and since I can’t recall ever being in this position before, I went fishing…
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- Tommy the Tiger takes a well earned rest from killer mole hunting
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- The wood stove without flash. We’re very proud of this bit.
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- So a welcome Kyha Curry (Kyha means wood stove in Hunglish)
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- Upstream no sign of life.
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- Downstream no sign of life.
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- After only 1 hour of fishing, Paul becomes Enlightened (yet again).
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- Winter (almost) fishing on the Drava.
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- Paul goes fishing. Notice the impending iceberg.
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- A short drive to the Drava (almost as quick as walking).
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- This is what the bedroom looks like.
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- Finally finished a very complicated wall behind the wood stove.
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- A morning fox on the terrace. (Bound to have rabies).
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- Tommy the Tiger’s mother appears for a brief visit (sponsored by RIO).
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- Moon Casting Boots for Marc. (Actually they’re ski-tex and along with Ski Suit and Swanni are part of my normal venturing out clothing apparel.
