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Brighton from the West WallA late start after a mornings work meant that I’d missed the incoming tide and got there when it was on the turn. With bright blue skies, 20c and little wind the coastline was shrouded in a light mist which made everything look like it was a painting by Turner.

As each hour passed there were few twitches to the rod top. Having set up my rod for flat fish the only things interested were a star fish, a wrasse and something that resembled a dragon from the deep.A dragon from the deep

 Realising that the only rewards from fishing were the peace and quite, the time to relax and the odd species of which none of them where going to grace the dinner plate I headed to Seaford to catch the early evening sunset.The Deep End Seaford