I only took a picture of my shorts, part of my shirt and my hand holding the pole. I mean... sitting on the dock, catfishing in brown sweat shorts with a grey tank top on and a tattoo? Need I say more. Ok, I do. Let's just say that the hair and lack of make-up matched the activity.
Then this storm rolled in and we had to go "catch some supper" at the cafe in Firth. I should have taken a picture of the Master Angler spaghetti that Bryan caught.
The sun came out when we came home and I snapped this picture of the rainbow. It was intense.
I guess we will have to try again another time.