As it’s late in the evening I will leave a brief post. Today was the last day of the Festive holiday for young Tales as he will be back at school on Tuesday and tomorrow will be a day of preparation for the week ahead.
We headed off to Seaford, the sky was overcast and most of the journey was in fog. Once past Hassocks the sky started to clear and then by Lewes the sun was visible over the South Downs. As we turned towards Tide Mills we could see a para glider high over the old ruins that lay to the East of Newhaven Port. Young Tales had decided that today would be a day of beach fishing so we settled on a mark behind the Buckle Caravan Park know for flat fish and that was on the species list for young Tales.
To the left of us the RNLI were out on a shout and a crowed gathered on the beach, however after a while we realised they were practicing.
With three rods rigged and Tales eager each rod was cast in turn with variable accuracy and distance, within a few minutes the top of young Tales rod started to twitch and as the line was retrieved the first of the days whiting were landed. Over the next three hours more whiting took the bait until the long Diawa Sensor started to twitch, the distinctive knock of a flat fish. Once beached this small flounder was of keepable size and was earmarked to be his supper.
In typical form it was a to be ‘another cast Dad’, the sun had started to set and the tops of the rod had stopped rattling and the sea was heading off to France, yes it was time to pack up and head back to the outskirts of pandemonium.