by Guest Writers Suzie Cheel and Des Walsh
On a recent afternoon walk we saw the local fishers’ trucks and boats lined up and we stopped to talk. They were waiting for the mullet to come their way from the nearby estuary.
We’ve seen this team explode into action once the fish arrive, working the boats and nets and trucks with a huge expenditure of energy and fast, military-like precision. But right then they just had to sit and wait till the fish arrived. How would they know? Simple, the color of the sea would change. Simple for them.
Knowledge, experience, skill, the right tools ready, the team assembled, ready for action.
All good.
But sometimes you just have to wait.
