Trying to plan and execute a fishing trip regardless of
length when you have very small child can be like trying to arrange a small
military operation, FACT! So on the weekend when I noticed that the tides were
right, the weather was right and the time of year was right, and after a quick
phone call to the Tackle Box (where I was informed the fish have been coming so
close you could catch them in a bucket) I mentioned over a cup of tea “I may go
and try and catch some mackerel tonight…”. This went down rather well; as we
both like mackerel. I grabbed my spinning bag, checked I had some feathers,
visited the shed for my rods and packed the car. I pottered around the house
for a while and made sure all my bits were done and ZIP! Before you know it I
was popping along the B3165 towards Lyme Regis and thinking about the evening
ahead.
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| Dinner is served! |