cook the fish soup
Morning dawn on the river bank. The sun is still only marked by a soft pink border in the east. Not a single whiff of breeze disturbs willow branches and motionless reeds that bow down to the water. A light mist rises above the water, you can see how the water striders are sweeping back and forth. Today is fishing. You can forget about all your worries, troubles and troubles. Today is a rest.
Nowadays you rarely meet a person who would refuse to leave a stuffy apartment and spend the weekend somewhere on the shore of the reservoir. And how nice it is to fish the fish, cook the fish soup, or just swim and sunbathe, with the family, or with friends. Continue reading