Iris fishcasting: Saturday morning, the north side of Korpo main island. Iris, three weather-beaten islanders, a dog and a quad. 10 centimeters of ice.
Summer cottages in their winter sleep.
Mum, we absolutely need a quad of our own.
Two holes and a crowler with a rope under the ice, a lot of cigarettes and strong words to give it a push. Yes, I promise not to repeat them.
And mum, they did like the gingerbread cookies and glögg you packed with us even if pappa thought you do not always have to have something to eat when going outdoors.
Laara behaved like a dog, agreed to wait and barked only at a strange macho with a bigger quad. We should have left her to guard the net - after the first nights someone had been there to empty it. Our share after the second try: two fine whitefish! Huge, of course.
Roger over & out. Iris from the Ice.