Long post following.

Day 17/365

Today's photo. The waves crashing over the rocks.

I was standing up on top

of the headland, so I am stunned that

it is as clear as it is.

We had a crap sort of day today.

Mark went to work this morning

only to discover that some low-life,

good-for-nothing, useless-piece-of-garbage

broke into the shop last night.

They used some sort of tool

to jimmy the door open, and

bent the housing all out of shape.

They must have had a specific shopping list

because they only took reels.

They knew what they were doing too,

as they only took the most expensive brands.

Shimano and Abu Garcia.

This cabinet and the shelf behind it

was full of reels. This is all that was left this morning.

Empty boxes and some fly reels (obviously

they were not on the list).

This side of the cabinet had game reels,

including one electric one worth $1200.

They left us these 4 reels this side, we only just

got the new order in a few days ago

so this cabinet was chokkers.

The ones that are left were the cheapest

ones in the cupboard.

Silly us put all the tackle bags and backpacks

on the shelf just in front of the cabinet,

so they used them to make

their job easier, are we not considerate (NOT).

We had the forensic people in to do the

finger print thing, but there were so many

prints that they couldn't get

anything to use.

They went through some of the mail looking

for money or something, they left boot

prints on the ones they scattered but still

nothing could be used.

The Detectives don't hold much hope that we will

ever see any of the stuff again.

We were not the only business hit either,

there were another 7 shops, all in the same night.