Fred Davis13 July 2012 1Share this FacebookTwitterLinkedInWhatsAppMail Lunchtime Permit… Drool Today I was having a fairwell lunch at la Reserve on Praslin when I happened to glance over the railing. This is what I saw: And no, I didn’t have a fly rod. And no, couldn’t go get it. Stop! Stop shaking your head like that! I may have cried a little inside!