Summer and Tides

I've neglected yet again... but its taken me this long to get over the PSMing heterosexual blonde at border control into Ukraine, who despite my best attempts at learning "please", "thank you" and " those gold teeth are so you" in Russian, refused to let that beetroot painted frownn upside down. Summer here has in true Irish fashion turned into a European monsoon, except for one weekend, in late august, where instead of getting wet by the rain, we chose to go surfing and and fishing, just to see if we were missing out on anything by choosing the freshwater showers.

see that fish, thats my first catch fish