It was off to Devon to try Seaton for a day’s fishing, it had good reports online, I had local knowledge of all the places to park and get food, the forecast looked good too. All was set for a cracking day!
Alas the weather was the exact opposite of what we had expected, it absolutely poured down with rain. Here you can see Neil trying to put his tent up in driving rain, luckily I had put mine up as soon as I got there, fearing the worst! So all my stuff was lovely and dry!
Dave too was caught out with the rain, but was ok putting his tent up in a flash, although the outer was not waterproof so the rain came through and ran along the groundsheet inside.
What no fishing? My rod didn’t even have a hook on it! I couldn’t see for all the rain on my glasses, and without them I couldn’t get it in the hole!! ;-)
Neil struggles to put his tent up in the pouring rain, luckily my forward planning allowed me to sit back and enjoy the failed first attempt of putting his tent up, and I was so dry too.
There was no stopping Dave, rain or shine. I’m my excitement of gloating to be dry I had forgotten my chair was out and it was soaked!!!!
Lovely spot, shame about the weather really.
Dave was dressed for the occasion, and was first away with rod in water.
I did come out of my tent to pose for a photo, I don’t think I have a hook on my line at this point!
This was 2pm, not 9pm as it looks in the picture!
Neil was happy no matter what the weather, here is setting up his rig.
My parents popped along to say hello with their dog, Neil and Dad spent ages talking about the past and places in London/Kent they knew!
Mum had done us a lovely home made pasty thing but left it at home, I kept thinking about that all day. She should have kept quiet!
Here’s me with the parents, and the dog “MacGregor”.
Neil left disappointed by the pasty that was left at my parents house was resorting to desperate measures, a bloody large rag worm. Still there’s no Russian roulette with the gristle on one of those!
My Dad was getting into it at this point, now he wants a rod and reel too. He quite enjoyed himself, much to my Mum’s pleasure as it meant she might get him out the house for a bit!
Catch of the day, DT pulls in a whopping mackerel, well it was a fish, maybe not whopping, but better than anyone else was doing!
The fish catch gave Neil a big boost in morale, if only we knew then another 6 hours would pass without incident!
Fishing was abandoned for Chinese takeaway on the beach, luckily I had the plates and forks to make it a rather civilized occasion.
With all the colours on my tent and umbrella it looked like I was flying the rainbow flag for gay fisherman!
Got ya you bastard, after 10 minutes of pulling this line in I caught a crab, we should have tagged the one we chucked back earlier! I bet it was the same one!
Camp Gaylord was looking a mess at this point, crap everywhere and the sun was setting!
Bastard crab!
Neil couldn’t resist the artsy shots again!
So the evening came to a close… fish count 1 crab count 2
Until the next big fish, be lucky all you fishermen, and maybe just maybe we will post something worth reading in the next trip !!
