...fishing! For the last week of the holidays a small group from school headed down to Australia's beautiful Snowy Mountains. I had never been fly fishing before, but was in the presence of some very experienced anglers who did their best to sort me out. Not many trout were caught (3, as opposed to 95 at the same time last year, apparently due to some weather issues), but I was enjoying being in such a fantastic landscape, standing in pristine streams. Sadly we came home yesterday, half way through the trip we had planned. Probably due to some passing jerk tossing a cigarette out of a car window a grass fire ripped through our campsite yesterday when we were off for the morning fishing. We arrived back and leapt into action putting out spot fires, then surveyed the devastation. Four tents (including mine, naturally) were reduced to pools of burnt plastic and metal. I didn't lose too much, mainly some clothes I liked and sleeping bag etc, but one poor bloke lost thousands of dollars worth of equipment. The upside of course was that nobody was hurt, and the boys behaved fantastically well, but it was a long and depressing afternoon clearing up the debris and heading home.
Moral: If you must feckin' smoke, put the feckin' thing out before you feckin' chuck it out a car window.
I did, however, return to good news. Check this out: