I Am ...Yesterday was one pearler.....Tasks and commitments over by the nod of noon and the easels had turned enemy in my eye.Autumn. The air was sweet and clear...brittle as an icicle....quiveringly delicate, with surface tension-strength of a spider web.Onshore winds of yesterday had glassed the ocean with two enticing channels just calling for me.Autumn here, more a Browning one with its "mute appeal to sympathy", than that of Keats' Ode. Some new filament on my reel, the shiny , barbless hooks supposedly less cruel.Which beach? Front Beach or Nine Mile?I grabbed my bucket, knife, bait and tackle box, took dog on lead and set o