One of my ideas of a good day: April. Sunshine, moderate wind, dry pebbles on the beach. The leaves have already popped, the birds are singing and there is a mild scent from the new wild garlic in the nearby forest. As you walk over the pebbles toward the water, you notice, that the water is a little blurry - and 200 m out over the stone reef a trout breaks the water surface.
After some hours of fishing, you return to shore with a trout in each hand and the rod between your teeth.
You can now return home to serve FRESHLY CAUGHT TROUT WITH WILD GARLIC.... 
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Femaline
Special Interest: Beethoven