We marched across the shingle for ten minutes, set up and for the next six hours pulled in dozens and dozens of dabs, whiting and pouting, including many treble shots. Conc also managed a small bass.
Cracking day in the sunshine and for about two minutes at around midday Conc stopped talking. Shocked by this I turned round and he was drinking a cup of tea.
Normal service was quickly resumed when the white noise continued thoughout the afternoon.
Cracking day out and looking forward to plenty more in the new year.
Go on then Wak, what did you cough up for your breakie?
ReplyDeleteYeah, how much?
ReplyDeleteJust shy of 12 quid each !
ReplyDeleteFeck me,you were well and truly rooked. That was of the grockles menu right?
ReplyDeleteNot many tourists about in December. It was the "looocal organic hand reared special breed pig sausages/bacon, free range eggs with dirt still on the shells just loike nature intended with low food miles coz the horny handed son of the soil looocal farmer provides them" menu.
ReplyDeleteMore money than fecking sense you lot down there near that there London.
ReplyDeleteMore money than fecking sense you lot down there near that there London.
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