Well it was September time and my feet were getting itchy to head North. The truck was loaded with dog, rods and err other stuff
The weather gods had smiled on us and it was a glorious morning as we steamed into port. My mate swore he saw a sea trout jump as we docked, hes a bit like that though, never stops thinking about them
We decamped and it was down onto the beach, kettle on and fire lit for breakfast in shirt sleeves
I was busy nibbling on my bacon sandwich when i noticed my mate had sloped off down the beach and was roll casting into the crystal clear water After maybe