Poxy Chesil Beach, A Ridiculous Venue That Does Not Live Upto Its Reputation

It had been a long time coming, but it was time to head off fishing for a full day again, and yet again Chesil Beach was the venue of choice.

We had discussed going down to the Chesil Cove end of the beach, but recent reports suggested otherwise. So we headed down to Chesil Beach Bait & Tackle, a new shop that has opened since the demise of Dennings.

To be fair he had a ton of stuff for sale in the shop, much more than Dennings. The bait was excellent, great quantity and size. So we got £24 quids worth of ragworm, and 3lb in unwashed squid and headed off to poxy Ferrybridges.

Now I friggin hate Ferrybridges and its ridiculous overpriced car park of £6.50 for more than 12 hours. Its a dusty shit pit in the middle of nowhere, how they can justify the cost is beyond me! It has toilets, but you hardly need to leave a tip when departing there for a splash of cologne! Infact it’s pretty lucky that you are wearing boots and fishing to save you from wading through all the piss.

The other thing I hate, is the stupid shingle beach! It is just a complete pain in the arse to trudge across this stuff to get to the fishing areas! Especially when you know the prospect of catching fuck all or 1 fish is the expected outcome.

With all that said we trudged across the bloody stones laden with rods/chairs/food and so forth to get to the top of the shingle bank, only to be greeted with something we hadn’t expected. A massive sea swell!

It was roasting hot, there was no wind… how could there be a massive swell!

Anyway the day commenced and Dave was the first to catch a dogfish, check out the video below.

Caught a doggie

 

Now Neilboy and DT always beat me to getting a rod in the water, but today he decided to do a bit of sun worshiping as seen below.

 

DT managed to catch a nice few fish, like the above specimen.

The sun began to settle, and DT and Neilboy were chewing the fat down at the waters edge.

Then the unthinkable, I caught a nice whiting! You can see my fish butler Neilboy holding it for me as I took the picture.

Then even more unbelievably Neilboy caught a fish and broke his fishing drought, look how happy he is to have caught the fish below.

The sea was very odd that day, massive waves and such. Certainly at night only a fool would have gone down to the waters edge! Infact one wave was so big it crashed in out of nowhere and then thundered in up the 20ft shingle bank in seconds, a stark reminder of how dangerous it can be on the Chesil Beach coastline.

So we wound up the night just after high tide with 1 a piece for me and Neilboy, and we believe 6 for DT (1 doggie and I think 5 whiting).

We headed back to the car park where the car had been valeted as part of the £6.50 fee only to realise that the car park was not accessible anymore without crossing a wide piece of seawater behind the shingle bank!

Dave waded straight in, but there was no chance me or Neilboy where doing the same as no bugger was sitting in my new Audi with wet clothes. So we had little choice but to remove the boots, the socks and the trousers to cross barefoot!

Well I followed Neilboy across the freezing and rocky sea bed only to veer off course and go up past the old nether regions, by god it was icy cold!

So now we are on the car park side with wet legs and feet, and dripping boxer shorts in my case also. I had no choice but to remove them.

Well just my luck as I did this a car drove in the car park (boy racers I think), with me and Neilboy behind a bush, one half naked, the other in boxer shorts! I couldn’t get my legs in my jogging bottoms as my feet were wet still. The harder I tried the worse it got, hopping around on the spot. Eventually I got them on and we headed away from that godforsaken shithole.

THIS WAS THE LAST VISIT TO FERRYBRIDGES THAT I WILL DO!