If one of you is a fisherman and the other likes to knit, compromise is easy. I sat by the pond on an upturned dinghy working on my jumper while Mike cast a line.
It's slightly midge-ier than sitting on the couch at home, but the early evening sounds of pheasants going to roost, and tawny owls calling out their territorial claims more than compensates for a few bug bites. I'm ready with a net in case he hooks something.
And he did -
A 5+ pound rainbow trout. We had steaks for dinner, and I made trout gravlax from the rest of it.
If only all compromises in a marriage were this easy, and ended in two nights' worth of dinner!