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Fished Sunday, Monday and yesterday. Idea was to fish morning and night tides but, strangely, getting out of your hotel bed at 03.00 with your oilskins drying on the room radiators didn't seem a reasonable idea so I fished the night tides only.
Rod had organised the bait and Simon in Lewis' suggested Hartley Skeer. Rod had never been so off we went. Forecast was dry but cold. We set up and after 30 seconds the wind came away from the north like the crack of a gun with squally showers that simply increased it's strength. There was a yacht playing around about a mile off, heading towards Blyth. Bet he got a shock! Must admit I worried when the Sea King helicopter went past about an hour later but he went past Blyth and away. Sport was slow with a codling each - here's Rod's with his bonus fish, caught through the eye.
Monday saw us at Beadnall. Wind had gone, clear blue sky but there was a really big swell on up there. At 3.00 it was freezing hard. We fished until 8.00. Rod had 2 codling. I ate all the sandwiches and drank the Bovril (the last time I had Bovril I was playing Sunday morning football - it was believed it had all the qualities to keep out the cold, repair skinned knees and cure Saturday's hangover. It was acceptable to go out of the changing rooms at half time to have a fag with it as it could not fulfil the nicotine shortage)
On the way back to the car the seaweed was frozen to the rocks and the pools were crusting over.
Last night saw me back on home ground. The Bottom of the Stairs looked good and I started the night with a rockling (where did that come from?). Second cast I just managed to cast out before the first shower arrived. "I'll just put my hood up" I thought, instantly remembering it was in the car, removed the day before. So balaclava down, collar up as this tornado shaped cloud rushed in from the east. At least it was relatively warm (compared to the last two nights) so I stood there hoping not to get a bite until it had passed..........guess what? - a big slack liner that dumped my gear about 10 yards out and exposed me to thousands of needle sharp attacks from the hail. Next cast I got a codling about 1lb and the lad next to me got one half that size. As soon as the tide ebbed enough for the Slatey skeers to take the strength out of the runs it went quiet. Had a walk along the beach where I met Gerry, had a hoy in the Barge, missed one in there and ended up in the Harbour. Looked good but that easterly wind makes fishing hard for me. 2 lads at the top missed a couple of fish (difficult to get fish in at the top of the Harbour when you can't get on the flat rock and there's 2 skeers to get over). The rain, hail was now continuous so I packed in, happy to be fishing again as well as having a free defoliation of the top 3 layers of face skin.
If any of you stay at the Swallow Hotel and get stuck in room 204 and there's a fishy type odour.............it was my oilskins drying out again.
Rod had organised the bait and Simon in Lewis' suggested Hartley Skeer. Rod had never been so off we went. Forecast was dry but cold. We set up and after 30 seconds the wind came away from the north like the crack of a gun with squally showers that simply increased it's strength. There was a yacht playing around about a mile off, heading towards Blyth. Bet he got a shock! Must admit I worried when the Sea King helicopter went past about an hour later but he went past Blyth and away. Sport was slow with a codling each - here's Rod's with his bonus fish, caught through the eye.
Monday saw us at Beadnall. Wind had gone, clear blue sky but there was a really big swell on up there. At 3.00 it was freezing hard. We fished until 8.00. Rod had 2 codling. I ate all the sandwiches and drank the Bovril (the last time I had Bovril I was playing Sunday morning football - it was believed it had all the qualities to keep out the cold, repair skinned knees and cure Saturday's hangover. It was acceptable to go out of the changing rooms at half time to have a fag with it as it could not fulfil the nicotine shortage)
On the way back to the car the seaweed was frozen to the rocks and the pools were crusting over.
Last night saw me back on home ground. The Bottom of the Stairs looked good and I started the night with a rockling (where did that come from?). Second cast I just managed to cast out before the first shower arrived. "I'll just put my hood up" I thought, instantly remembering it was in the car, removed the day before. So balaclava down, collar up as this tornado shaped cloud rushed in from the east. At least it was relatively warm (compared to the last two nights) so I stood there hoping not to get a bite until it had passed..........guess what? - a big slack liner that dumped my gear about 10 yards out and exposed me to thousands of needle sharp attacks from the hail. Next cast I got a codling about 1lb and the lad next to me got one half that size. As soon as the tide ebbed enough for the Slatey skeers to take the strength out of the runs it went quiet. Had a walk along the beach where I met Gerry, had a hoy in the Barge, missed one in there and ended up in the Harbour. Looked good but that easterly wind makes fishing hard for me. 2 lads at the top missed a couple of fish (difficult to get fish in at the top of the Harbour when you can't get on the flat rock and there's 2 skeers to get over). The rain, hail was now continuous so I packed in, happy to be fishing again as well as having a free defoliation of the top 3 layers of face skin.
If any of you stay at the Swallow Hotel and get stuck in room 204 and there's a fishy type odour.............it was my oilskins drying out again.
