This evening was more than enough
There was no need to close the car door as the wind almost slammed it shut for me. The forecast had suggested it would be breezy, but the wind was far stronger than expected. As I walked along the beach, I dispensed with my rod rest and chair and decided I would hold the rod throughout the session. Making my way along the wind-battered shoreline to my chosen mark, I knew that it wasn't a great tide to fish that evening. In truth, I was fishing it on a bit of a whim, but I really wanted to see if the bass that had shown on the bigger tides were still around. The sea was grey, and the sky almost matched it, the two merging into one except for the charcoal smudge of the island in front of me and the white-topped waves whipped up by the wind. It felt great just to be out. The weed made fishing incredibly difficult. At first, I was getting no more than a couple of minutes after each cast before the waves and weed dragged my line ashore. Having fished this spot in similar conditions befo...
