Sunday morning, four days have passed since the postman arrived laden with gear for Eloise. Abigail has been placated with a shirt and cap plus a fiver to blow on toys and Eloise has got her head around all the shiny new kit. Finally, stuff that doesn’t smell of last year’s squid and fish, stuff that isn’t quite so heavy or long (apart from the bloody gorgeous Maxximus 7'6in 12lb IM7 Carbon boat rod that I think I’ll borrow when she’s not looking!) and finally stuff that is HERS. Not only that, the school have granted her permission to have the Friday off to travel down to Swanage for the OK Classic 2012. This calls for a pose!
Well, Abigail had her paddle yesterday and now it’s time to have her turn. Not quite so much generosity in timings though, 06:30 and we’re up, out of the door by 7 and ready to rock. Sort of.
We get down to Harbour Road and meet up with Mike. No sign of Si and his dad but it wasn’t certain anyway. I haven’t seen Mike in nearly twelve hours when we left the Coastguard Station after a visit but he still looks the same, albeit more familiar in proper clothes. Iunload the kayaks and gear and start to get myself kitted up when Eloise announces she’s off…
Fair enough. She has a good look at the latest sunken boat and then the three of us head up to the top end, passing Lead Us on her way out, Colin giving us a tip on where we might find the fish today, though we’re on a sight-see as much as anything so save it until later, possibly. We head for the bay around the wreck of the Yellowtail and then head in for a closer look.
We set up our line and with baited feathers for Mike and Eloise we go on the drift – I’ve already snagged and most my wedge and tinsels so just get the camera out and enjoy chilling out. The wind is taking us where we want to go without much correction and with Eloise baiting up and jigging her rod as shown, with a bit of singing thrown in, we head back towards the harbour slowly.
Mike leads the way.
We pass the Excelsior, minus half a mast. A great pity, I hope they can sort her out soon. She needs a bit of a scrub too after the winter. Mind you, at ninety one she’s doing better than most.
What the hell, we jig near her for a bit.
Then it’s time for a modelling shot…
And of course a play. My girls seem to have as much inclination towards staying dry as I do. Ah well, got to do the test after all…and then it was onto self-rescues. No fish today, not unsurprisingly, but a pleasant morning’s paddle about and Mike carried on after us.
Of course, that wasn’t all. I kept some squid and mackerel out and gave Cinders some homework later, ready for the comp. Practice makes perfect.
Well, Abigail had her paddle yesterday and now it’s time to have her turn. Not quite so much generosity in timings though, 06:30 and we’re up, out of the door by 7 and ready to rock. Sort of.
We get down to Harbour Road and meet up with Mike. No sign of Si and his dad but it wasn’t certain anyway. I haven’t seen Mike in nearly twelve hours when we left the Coastguard Station after a visit but he still looks the same, albeit more familiar in proper clothes. Iunload the kayaks and gear and start to get myself kitted up when Eloise announces she’s off…
Fair enough. She has a good look at the latest sunken boat and then the three of us head up to the top end, passing Lead Us on her way out, Colin giving us a tip on where we might find the fish today, though we’re on a sight-see as much as anything so save it until later, possibly. We head for the bay around the wreck of the Yellowtail and then head in for a closer look.
We set up our line and with baited feathers for Mike and Eloise we go on the drift – I’ve already snagged and most my wedge and tinsels so just get the camera out and enjoy chilling out. The wind is taking us where we want to go without much correction and with Eloise baiting up and jigging her rod as shown, with a bit of singing thrown in, we head back towards the harbour slowly.
Mike leads the way.
We pass the Excelsior, minus half a mast. A great pity, I hope they can sort her out soon. She needs a bit of a scrub too after the winter. Mind you, at ninety one she’s doing better than most.
What the hell, we jig near her for a bit.
Then it’s time for a modelling shot…
And of course a play. My girls seem to have as much inclination towards staying dry as I do. Ah well, got to do the test after all…and then it was onto self-rescues. No fish today, not unsurprisingly, but a pleasant morning’s paddle about and Mike carried on after us.
Of course, that wasn’t all. I kept some squid and mackerel out and gave Cinders some homework later, ready for the comp. Practice makes perfect.
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