Half term is here! As Friday approached and I started to get fish-twitchy again, I was presented with something of a dilemma.
The last time Dai and I managed to wet a line, I was shown a very great deal of accommodating leniency by my good lady – crawling into bed like a groggy water buffalo at 4 in the morning when she is up for work at 5.45 is enough to test anyone’s tolerance, to be fair!
So, with high tide at 11.00 and strict instructions to be back home by 12.30 at the very latest, I was never going to manage the kind of low water bait fishing session I wanted, so a couple of hours on the lures it would have to be.
Dai, being into all things feather, plastic (and probably even leather and rubber if he’s honest- I have my doubts about these fluff-chucking types!) was well up for it. We are really looking to get into this side of angling this year, and so grab the opportunities when they arise. The problem at this time of year is that, between the rays, hounds and bass, there’s so much good stuff happening on the beaches, meaning that we’re spoilt for choice at times.
The forecast was for a bit of swell and a breeze, but nothing awful, so I sorted through the lures with a fair bit of anticipation.
Dai and I arranged to meet near Picton Court at 8 but, being an overgrown child, I couldn’t wait that long, and so turned up 20 minutes early.
He arrived not long after, and so we were off down the trail and to the beach.
We hadn’t even arrived at the beach when it became clear that Sker was completely out of the question – we could see the spray even from the path before we arrived at the beach. With safety in mind, we mooched around the rock ledges of Pink Bay.
Conditions were difficult from the off as we fought against the building swell
But it was a lovely evening, and one not to be squandered.
Dai was given a belated birthday treat when he got the chance to watch me getting soaked.
That hand gesture is how we wish someone a happy birthday here in South Wales. He pissed himself laughing that much that I thought he’d end up wetter than me!
With nothing to show for our efforts we decided to mooch a little further along the coast,
flicking our lures out into likely patches of water, all to no avail.
And so, as darkness (and hypothermia!) started to close in, we admitted defeat and strolled on back to the cars. It was still a lovely couple of hours though, and although we tasted defeat, we left determined to really give lure fishing a serious go as summer progresses.
As a bonus, I also stayed in the good books of my good lady by sliding into bed a full 45 minutes before I was due home.
The next day, I had to meet a guy in Swansea, as he wanted to buy a few surplus fishing bits and pieces from me.
Whilst there, I took the opportunity to nip into the marina to pick up some sandeels, and to grab some daddy/daughter time by treating Elle to an ice cream.
It was a lovely hour or so, and gave me the chance to suss out a few potential quiet corners for us to kick-start our venturing into lrf. Watch this space!
We polished the evening off with a couple of cheeky bottles of prosecco for us grown-ups and some pop for Elle, along with some marshmallows toasted over the chimenea.
All-in-all, not a bad start to the half-term hols!