fridgy follies

Well, had 2 nights down near Coffin Bay, ate some oysters just because, and Garry went fishing and caught a big snapper off the pier. He was a very happy chappy. Unfortunately we had to give most of the fish away because our fridge decided it didn't like gas any more. So now, here we are back in Port Lincoln trying to get the thing fixed.
With all that going on we nearly forgot it was our 30th wedding anniversary!
Garry narrowly missed a clip over the ear when he said he will never forget March 10th as the day he caught the big fish (and not our wedding grr).

The hunter home from the sea. Or the pier anyway. 

While Garry was struggling with the snapper I was obliviously admiring the sunset.