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Well today was Mark's last fishing trip of the holiday and his final opportunity to rescue the last remnants of his ruined reputation.
As if being unfit to fish this holiday wasn't bad enough for me, I was awoken at silly o'clock to drive him to his Waterloo. However on arriving at the Quays I did meet up with Duncan again, which was lovely, and also John too. I knew the lads would take care of Mark, so off I popped to Ashington Sports Centre for an "early bird swim," then a scoot round the street market, Asda, brekkie and home to the van by 11am.
I hadn't heard from Mark, which was a worry and by the time I had eaten lunch I got a text that had frustration written all over it - he had lost a decent Pollock at the surface and a better fish over halfway up - oh dear, it wasn't looking good. He also told me about a fellow angler who asked him if he "was the guy from the Clyde, called Kayos." Haha, his dreadful reputation proceeds him wherever he goes. Finally at 130pm I got a text to say he had actually boated a Cod!
With not much to do at the caravan I decided to make Mark a souvenir of his fishing trials and tribulations, which I presented to him on his return from the sea.
His broken rod tip.
A few pictures from Mark of his day.
Duncan with a Cod.
John.
A Cod for Mark!
And a flat sea!
To be fair he did bring home 8 lovely Cod fillets, although I am not convinced he caught them all himself and I know he filleted absolutely none of them, they were too well done!!
Next year I will be back on the boats looking after my daft man!!
As if being unfit to fish this holiday wasn't bad enough for me, I was awoken at silly o'clock to drive him to his Waterloo. However on arriving at the Quays I did meet up with Duncan again, which was lovely, and also John too. I knew the lads would take care of Mark, so off I popped to Ashington Sports Centre for an "early bird swim," then a scoot round the street market, Asda, brekkie and home to the van by 11am.
I hadn't heard from Mark, which was a worry and by the time I had eaten lunch I got a text that had frustration written all over it - he had lost a decent Pollock at the surface and a better fish over halfway up - oh dear, it wasn't looking good. He also told me about a fellow angler who asked him if he "was the guy from the Clyde, called Kayos." Haha, his dreadful reputation proceeds him wherever he goes. Finally at 130pm I got a text to say he had actually boated a Cod!
With not much to do at the caravan I decided to make Mark a souvenir of his fishing trials and tribulations, which I presented to him on his return from the sea.
His broken rod tip.
A few pictures from Mark of his day.
Duncan with a Cod.
John.
A Cod for Mark!
And a flat sea!
To be fair he did bring home 8 lovely Cod fillets, although I am not convinced he caught them all himself and I know he filleted absolutely none of them, they were too well done!!
Next year I will be back on the boats looking after my daft man!!
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