Found these on my harddrive- cannot recall where I got them originally. Safe to say they are: Orlando fishing in NZ; Vigo catching a fish in NZ and little Vig catching fish with his father.

I found the perfect poem for Mr M today- I love it to bits -so post it here for Mr Mortensen..

The Baite- John Donne

COME live with mee, and bee my love,
And wee will some new pleasures prove
Of golden sands, and christall brookes:
With silken lines, and silver hookes.

There will the river whispering runne
Warm'd by thy eyes, more then the Sunne.
And there the'inamor'd fish will stay,
Begging themselves they may betray.

When thou wilt swimme in that live bath,
Each fish, which every channell hath,
Will amorously to thee swimme,
Gladder to catch thee, then thou him.

If thou, to be so seene, beest loath,
By Sunne, or Moone, thou darknest both,
And if my selfe have leave to see,
I need not their light, having thee.

Let others freeze with angling reeds,
And cut their legges, with shells and weeds,
Or treacherously poore fish beset,
With strangling snare, or windowie net:

Let coarse bold hands, from slimy nest
The bedded fish in banks out-wrest,
Or curious traitors, sleavesilke flies
Bewitch poore fishes wandring eyes.

For thee, thou needst no such deceit,
For thou thy selfe art thine owne bait;
That fish, that is not chatch'd thereby,
Alas, is wiser farre then I.

How lovely is that? Such a beautiful poem with which to woo! (Not for a minute am I attempting such a thing on this particular fisherman-obviously) But in a different life and given the opportunity it would look well in a valentine's card wouldn't it?

Heh maybe someone else could use it though ;-)