Finally, there was a non-rainy day that could make it possible for Arthur to fulfill his long-felt destiny: going fishing.
We got in the boat, and got ready. It's an odd experience – I am relying on him for his expertise and knowledge on this undertaking, because I know nothing about it. He has to be the safety officer, yet there are concerns over how well he can plan for and anticipate problems, in the wake of his brain injury. So I have to be very alert, yet not do much. Just watching and hoping he knows what the hell he's doing.
In fact, there was one aspect where his planning was a bit poor. He didn't check out the engines, etc., very well. And there was a problem: one of the two batteries (there's a backup) was completely dead, and not recharging on the engine. This, of course, was a bit worrying. More worrying was when we parked in the middle of the inlet, with the engines shut off, while he attempted to diagnose the problem. What if both batteries ended up dead? I pondered.
In the end, luck was with us, and we restarted the engine on one battery, and drove out to his fishing spot. And we got one fish. Just one. But for a short time, Arthur seemed genuinely happy.
[daily log: walking, 3km; boating, 20km]