A gritty weekend indeed. At times it was like fishing on a dune in a Yemen sandstorm. Not pleasant when your trying to eat muffins and bacon and egg pie either. If you've gone deaf since saturday you might need to see a doctor. If your constipated be very afraid.

There were some commendable events that occured through it though. The Dance of the Lemons was enacted by a fisherman not far from me after the unexpected reappearence of a hook spitting smoothy. This involves scrabbling around in a metre plus swell trying to grab a runaway shark that just wouldnt give in. Not successful but highly entertaining.

Comfort award goes to Sheik Abdul El Gaveen in his white tent with cookers, lights and seating. The only thing missing was bevy of dancing girls and a few camels. Wish I'd thought of that while I was sitting in the rain on my 5 star log with matching driftwood.

Then there was the plonker who arrived late and got stuck. Thanks for pulling me out Gary. And well done to all those who caught weighable fish particularly in the gurnard free zone around my area. But hey the red cod were there. Little mongrels like sea rats. Still they make make good fishcakes if your desperate or brain damaged by sand strike..

Good stuff.

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