near the pedestrian tunnel, right in the cornor where below you is all mud flats and to the right of you they are building on it now (hard place to describe) LOL
well anyways i had casted out and the wind took my line straight over the fence to the right and onto and all wooden jetty type, identially to the one at the walkway about 50yards out.
The only way to get over the fence was to climb over the bar which we rested our rods on, climb UNDER the fence and crawl along on my stomach and then get up and walk along the jetty, well i got my gear back, through it in the water, and made my way back to the 2ft wide hole in which i had to sit down in, stretch my legs out (as if i was sitting in a canoe) shuffle along a bit, then lie down completely flat till i got to the 2ft entrance then drop my legs down, hold onto the metal fence that was like chicken wire, let my self drop, pull my self up and then reach about 3ft with my arm to grab to bar and pull myself up...........
Well i couldnt even fit myself in the 2ft hole never mine doing ALL them things to get OUT.
Backwards and Forwards i walked looking for a different way of getting out, baring in mind this is a construction site with \"NO TRESSPASSING\" signs all over, well the fence was about about 14ft high and i couldnt pull myself over that, tried climbing up a tree to get over the fence but the brached were like an inch thick.
a was basicaly F**KED!
tried to climb the fence again baring in mind it was summer only had my shorts on and all around me it was full of bloody nettles etc. . .
my cousin mark chucked his pants over for me and i tried again with no luck!
this time i was really panacing with the tide rising slowly but seemed the fastest tide to rise so quick to me, well it had been about 40mins and mark said look Jonny am going to have to call the firebrigade...well i was only about 12 and didnt want my mam or anyone to no...lmao
well i managed to squeeze throughthe hole and hang with one hand on the chicken wire fence (somehow i dont no) and mark looped his seatbox strap round me and pulled me up the wall baring in mind he was hanging on the wall with only 1 hand on the bar.
had to keep my feet about waist height!! to avoid them going in the drink!
really frightening back then at 12!
and now when i fish there we always have a bit crack on at that time i got stuck, funny now but wasnt then.
Well i have probably confused you all there with my describing! any trouble giz a knock and i\'ll take you to the place

ha ha
[Edited on 21/11/2005 by jonny_mc]