53 minutes ago · 16 min read3175 words · Life · hide · 0 comments

There are some fishing trips where everything falls beautifully into place. The weather behaves itself, the sea resembles a large ornamental pond and the fish queue up politely to inspect your bait. And then there are trips to Westward Ho! in October half-term, where Mother Nature appears to have taken a personal dislike to you and the sea looks like it's auditioning for a disaster movie.This particular expedition was brought to us courtesy of Storm Austen, who clearly hadn't received the memo that we were coming down for a relaxing week by the coast. Still, having made the journey from Warwickshire on what turned out to be a surprisingly straightforward Saturday morning, we weren't about to let a bit of weather interfere with our plans.Saturday seems to be the day to travel south, with the traffic considerably more civilised than during the usual weekday chaos. We left at 7.00am, made excellent progress and, after a brief roadside pit stop to drain the main vein, rolled into Westward…

No comments yet. Log in to reply on the Fediverse. Comments will appear here.