“The bluer is the water, the better is the view, at least from the small sailing ship, making its way across the cool and calming hues“ Gun Roswell
The bluest blue hue of all the blues, shining across the high seas, beckoning for the weary soul, to find their way towards those very inviting waves.
As the hard life on the land is quite hard at least, that is where the blame is laid and so, taking off, the ground so very rough, fleeing to the seas, getting away, way out there where the eyes even can’t see.
“The bluer is the water, the better is the view, at least from the small sailing ship, making its way across the cool and calming hues“ Gun Roswell
The bluest blue hue of all the blues, shining across the high seas, beckoning for the weary soul, to find their way towards those very inviting waves.
As the hard life on the land is quite hard at least, that is where the blame is laid and so, taking off, the ground so very rough, fleeing to the seas, getting away, way out there where the eyes even can’t see.
“The bluer is the water, the better is the view, at least from the small sailing ship, making its way across the cool and calming hues“ Gun Roswell
Ships Ahoy!!!
The bluest blue hue of all the blues, shining across the high seas, beckoning for the weary soul, to find their way towards those very inviting waves.
As the hard life on the land is quite hard at least, that is where the blame is laid and so, taking off, the ground so very rough, fleeing to the seas, getting away, way out there where the eyes even can’t see.
“It’s time for some me time so guess I will try out some fishing then?“ Gun Roswell
Fishy, fishy, where for art thou?
Taking myself down to the river, where I have heard the fish are biting, at least, that was the rumour of the neighbour who had caught the biggest catch of the year, if his tales and photoshopped insta pictures were any indication. But yeah, this is not about the catch as I can easily go to the nearest supermarket and as “how much the fish is?” No, this is about taking the time and enjoying the peace and quiet of the nature, listening to the frogs and crickets singing, maybe even the seagulls up there in the skies when I finally settle for my spot. And the point? Well, it was all about the fishing, or rather non-fishing. My gear totally simple and the lures? Well, they aren’t the best, just some homemade shiny things, in the hopes of putting on a great show. The boots of course, so not to wet my tennis shoes and the hat? Well that is a given am I right? The fisher persons fedora with all them old (or in this case new) lures attached to it. So, here I finally am, ready to act all the fishing type, but in all honesty, I just needed some peace and quiet.
“Going fishing today, after all, it’s a free day, or Friday, what ever you want to call it, I am outta here!” Gun Roswell
Harbour Life
Today is the day, when I am getting myself a life, living that is, instead of existing, or at least, that is the grand plan! To be honest, this has been the plan for the past year or so, to get out my fishing gear and simply, just go, to get out there, and have some fun. Granted, fishing might not be a top choice, or even a good choice, but it would be the once for me today, as it was the last of the working days and I needed to get out of the house. And, as there was a nearby fishing village, with small boats to rend kind of cheep-ish, I knew what I was going to do on my one day off. Getting my gear together, I was soon out the door, and even if there was not going to be a big fishy score, the point was to just get out there to the shore, hop inside a dingy, and row, row, row out there, spending a day without care.
So, after a short peddle on my bike, towards the harbour now in sight, I stepped off and went to the shore, to get me some lures, the wormy kind at that, as I wanted to go all retro to the bat. Next step, was to get some snacks, as no day would be perfect without the editable as I wasn’t counting on the fish to bite. Besides, I could not very well eat them raw, sushi never being a favourite so what ever catch would have to be properly prepared, stirred, fried and what ever it took. Next step was then to rent the vessel, a small one with a miniature motor, and good looking oars, as today, was all about them chores. After the deal, was sealed, I was finally able to set sail, or rather take the paddles to my hands, and start my venture off land. What better way, to spend a free Friday!
Spending all day long, on the lulling waves just outside the shore, not daring to be too adventurous, after all, the tiny ship was hardly able to compete with the ships tall. And when the sun started setting, I was off the hooks getting, with a few fish as a reward, most likely a dinner for tomorrow. It was time to head back home, this time using the motor as my arms were sore, all day long spent fishing, so guess that was to be expected, which was fine, I dejected as they would be worse tomorrow, after so much exercise, but hey, I wanted to live the life, so here I was, a fishing person, heading to shore after a long day spent on the waters edge, but hey, I had scored, fish being my reward of the day!
“Fishing? Is that some kind of a new trend? Well, I’m in!“ Gun Roswell
Going Fishing Today
Got my poles, got my lures, got my ensemble of clothing for the chore, and the best part, got my fishing hat. After all, that, is the most important part of the whole plan. Right? Well, it’s not really the catch that counts, rather the time spent, even if it might be borrowed as a well meant break, for what the sake, of just getting out there, in nature by the seashore, because that is never, ever a bore, not for me, for you see, I doo love, the sea.
And after all, the fishies won’t get fooled, by that silly outfit, because they can easily resist, those earth worms squirming at the end of the hook, just one look, and they could comment; “Bargain basement lures, hey, we are not fooled down in this extra large pool, so go and get your feast, somewhere else, please, we will swim along now, so don’t have a cow, literally!”.
Well, maybe not in quite those words, but hey, the message was heard, loud and clear, and for me, personally, I don’t care, as I love sitting in the sun, sipping of my cup, eating my sandwiches in peace and quiet for once and that, is the real lure, pun intended, of this outing, at the seashore, by the end of the pier, where I am enjoying my day off, even if I don’t much score, fish wise. But hey, I have a big smile on my otherwise sour face, thanks to this great place!
“Nothing like the cool and calming seas, in the early morning breeze“ Gun Roswell
Gone fishing or sailing, that is the question, right?
When that special kind of occasion sometimes happens to rise Which makes you totally want to jump up and down, holler and add a big smile You know what is going to happen once you hop on the bus Taking you out there, where, there is never, any kind of rush Where the open air and the calming of the blue seas, forever meet Just an open road ahead, without any kind of lanes on the streets The harbour soon visible, and all kinds of vessels are totally feasible To take a tour around the small side of the world, into it hurled With a small boat of fishing gear filled up to the hilt, no, it won’t tilt Or a large luxury type of thing, with sails and all that jazz kinda prim But what ever you choose, know that with that choice you will never lose As the most important thing of this day, is to relax and just sway In unison to those lulling and calming waves, in an uplifting way So, take a hike, out there, in the open where, no one will stare At the outfit, you simply overlooked, for this gig, was just that big Gone fishing, gone sailing, it’s all just in your own kind of mindset And if you have a spare day to spend, then maybe either sail to the worlds end Or then, make a small fishing trip out there today, and for a big haul prey Then the next day, you can take a load off, at that grand type of a yacht What ever the game plan, don’t just on the pier there aimlessly stand! But haul your butt to the nearest boat, and make yourself a good day out!
Rantings Of A Third Kind 