Ruperts Beach and Fishing

We went to Ruperts this afternoon. Claire, Rob, Tom and Milly had gone earlier for a picnic lunch, but were still there when we arrived. They had been paddling in a sheltered sandy section, but when we arrived we decided all to move across to the pier side, as Nick wanted to swim in the sea which you can do better from there where the water is deeper, calmer, and there are ladder steps to get in and out. We set up camp there and spent the next hour and a half, I guess, swimming, chatting and chilling.



Two fishing boats came in while we were there, and the fish truck had to back down to the water’s edge to load up fish and hand out ice, so we had to move a few times. Nick jumped down on to one of the boats to help the struggling lone fisherman unload his heavy crates of tuna. He got himself covered in stinky fish guts which we could still smell on him even after swimming in the sea and having a bath at home. Gross. Nick was fairly sure he saw a Wahoo in amongst the tuna.

Before the evening service we had time to head down to the docks – nice lighting for photography, Nick said. We happened upon Lisa and Michael, two kids from our Saturday morning ministry, fishing off the wharf.