A spot of night fishing

One of the blogs I follow is Mainly Mongoose, stories from a zoologist living in the wild and studying mongoose. Mongi? Mongeese? Anyway, she writes lovely stories about her life in the bush that usually make me quite nostalgic for the time I spent living in the Sumbu National Park in Zambia.

Picture from Nature Destinations. That's the main dining area and bar, with a giant winterthorn tree

I spent many a day fishing in the bay in my tiny fishing boat with a motor only just big enough to take me about 250m offshore before it would inevitably sputter and die. I loved fishing and quite often missed radio school, simply shouting back to my mother that the motor wouldn't start (it's quite easy to do, just cut off the fuel supply) Thinking about it now, this is likely the reason she ended up sending me two countries away to boarding school in South Africa.