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Elsie and I drove to Warbleswick with the SatNav (that's what they call a GPS here). Actually, we typed in "Ferry Road" and it took us up and around--past Warbleswick to Southwold. Arriving to the "destination," we realized we were on the opposite side (Southwold) of the river/harbor. I look across the way and see a bunch of people with buckets and strings dangling in the water. Continuing on this "Ferry Road" we found a row boat to take us across the river for 80p (pence). We parked the car, cleared any potential tickets, and headed to the dock. Elsie was way excited to get on the boat (not sure if it was the boat itself or the fact that a dog was going to ride on it with us). Total travel time across the river: 98 seconds. Not bad if you ask me. So maybe the wind had something to do with that. :)
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We met some of the primary kids who'd already caught buckets of crabs. Elsie sort of leaned her head forward, barely peering into the bucket of crabs. The closer I leaned her toward the water in the bucket, the further she pushed herself away.
Long story short--it took about a half-hour or so before she'd actually really look inside the buckets or nets full of crabs. We learned to put bacon in nylons, tie the nylon to some string, and then cast it into the water.
You have to sit there for a minute or two before slowly reeling the string in. Our little friends from the ward were quick to grab a net and catch our crab before it slipped off the nylon. Elsie and I caught 2 for the day and that was plenty for Ms. E.
The truth of it is, Elsie was more excited about all the dogs on the docks and kites in the sky than the crabs. In any case--it was a gorgeous day and we couldn't believe how packed the harbor was with crabbers (if that's what you call people who crab)!
That's the crab story.
Long story short--it took about a half-hour or so before she'd actually really look inside the buckets or nets full of crabs. We learned to put bacon in nylons, tie the nylon to some string, and then cast it into the water.
You have to sit there for a minute or two before slowly reeling the string in. Our little friends from the ward were quick to grab a net and catch our crab before it slipped off the nylon. Elsie and I caught 2 for the day and that was plenty for Ms. E.
The truth of it is, Elsie was more excited about all the dogs on the docks and kites in the sky than the crabs. In any case--it was a gorgeous day and we couldn't believe how packed the harbor was with crabbers (if that's what you call people who crab)!
That's the crab story.











