The black bass at Concepción can be contrary and moody creatures, given to ignoring whatever we might tie to the end of our lines to tempt them. But yesterday evening, for reasons best known to themselves, they decided that they were going to play ball. Whatever we were offering they were having it, and then some. No questions asked.
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I don´t know which one of us is thicker, me or my dog Sable. We have not had her for very long and I suspect that if you asked those who know us both which of the two of us was the brighter most would say that it is very likely the dog. Sable, they might tell you, has the edge in terms of cerebral firepower, if only by a whisker.
Continue readingIn our last night in Japan we had a chance to meet and speak briefly to a Maiko, a young lady undergoing training to become a Geisha (this training takes five years). She was moving from table to table in the restaurant where we were having dinner and she spoke briefly to the diners. She started with the table furthest from us and approached us slowly, table by table.
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