Got to Wales late last night after a delayed departure and a diversion to find some sustenance after discovering that the food hall at Monmouth services had shut just before our arrival, much to the annoyance of the daughter who had been salivating for the previous half an hour at the thought of a Booger King.
Still, it looked reasonably calm in the lee of the pier, which had a brand new set of railings installed since last visit. Luckily they had been set back a good metre from the edge, so it was possible to fish in front of them. Had salted down my leftover rag from our last trip down and it was this I was using for bait on a scaled down flapper rig.
Unfortunately, salt, drizzle and wet hands don't mix and I soon had it everywhere, causing me to rinse everything thoroughly when I got home! I was also having a job keeping the rag on the hook as it was being stripped off as soon as my rig hit the bottom. Partially remedied that by cutting longer sections, doubling them over and then squeezing them flat to put the hook through.
Kept it on fractionally longer and enough to start getting hook ups, but I was still having to re-bait every cast. Set about converting the rattles and pulls on the tip of my Rock Rover into fish and wasn't surprised that Mr and Mrs Corkwing were the first two up - the place being absolutely snided with them last time.
Me - "A latte and a bacon cob please."
Them - "Any sauce on your cob?"
Me - "Ketchup please."
At the pick up point:
Them - "No sauce with that?"
Me - "Yes. Ketchup please" (acknowledged by a nod and a smile).
Drove up to the viewpoint over the Haven to enjoy my coffee and cob......with no ketchup on it.