To Catch a Fish

While wandering around the shallow waters on Nudgee Beach on Saturday, trailed by Tiny, under my feet little flatfish upon hearing my wet heavy footfalls would quickly unearth themselves from their hiding places and flit away hugging the seabed like little hovercraft.

Matilda delights in the same thing, padding around in the shadows until a little fishy makes a break for it, and then attempting to jump on it, presumably to catch it.

No luck yet.