Island girl

Gone fishing

Thankfully the rain seemed intent in staying away as they set off on Sunday afternoon. Though the sky was a little overcast, and there was a slight blustery wind.

But much to Alison's relief, it wasn't too bad,

She understood that he still wanted as much privacy as possible, so she had directed him to take the short drive in his car across the other side of the Island to where a small wooden jetty that was rarely used in the winter months was situated.

She knew there would be nobody around to bother them, but it was a good place for fishing as well, so it was perfect.

Alison was glad to see Paul had taken her advice, and he had wrapped up well against the weather, He was dressed his long dark woollen overcoat with a scarf and he wore his, cap to cover his head.

As they walked to the end of the jetty, she helped him carry some of the fishing gear, then watched with some bemusement as reached into his coat pocket and brought out a small flask, screwed of the top and took a drink from it

Catching sight of the way she was looking at him questioningly, he looked a little defensive, " What? I just thought I might need this to keep me warmed up" he then informed her

"Of course," she replied in a tone that told him she didn't quite swallow that excuse, but he just shrugged uncaringly, putting the lid back on and shoved it back in his pocket..

Now standing near the end of the jetty, Paul attempted to try and sort out his fishing pole, with some difficulty, as Alison watched on.

"Hell, its been a while from I have been fishing." He then admitted.

"Oh, how long has it been then?" Alison asked suspiciously, as he continued to struggle with the fishing pole.

Paul paused in his actions, wrinkling his brow as he thought hard on it, "Well, must be at over fifteen years ago now I reckon," he finally admitted a little sheepishly.

"Well I guess that explains it," Alison retorted, "Here let me do it, seeing you are so out of practice," she then offered

"You don't have to, I am sure I can figure it out for myself," Paul replied, with determination, not wanting to seem completely useless yet again in front of her.

"Fine," she replied easily, having no wish to tread on his toes. She took a small step, back, shoving her hands in her pockets to watch him get on with it

But after ten minutes went by, and he was still none the wiser, he looked at her helplessly, so she casually suggested what he could do to fix the fishing pole, pointing out where certain parts went, and how they fitted together.

He listened intently, following her suggestions and instructions, then realised he had finally got the hang of it.

"Thanks," he then told her, looking even more sheepish.

"No problem," she returned, "you got there in the end, so now lets catch some fish. I can't wait to try your culinary skills." she finished with a grin.

He cast his line with a little more guidance from Alison, then they both sat with their legs dangling over the end of the jetty, waiting for the unsuspecting fish to take the bait.

To pass the time in, he answered her questions about his restaurant.

She wanted to know who was taking care of it whilst he was away

"Oh don't worry my staff will take very good  care of place, whilst I am away" Paul replied, "They know they have to answer to me if they don't, and they won't want to even go there, believe me," he finished dryly.