Neil, Leo, Thomas and I hit the shingle for an afternoon session after bass, bream and rays. It was blindingly sunny and very warm.
The boys spent most of the afternoon eating ice cream and sweets and jumping off the sandy back of the shingle bank, doing their best to cover themselves in grime and/or break an ankle. Luckily they only succeeded at the first and failed at the second. Phew! At one point Neil joined them, and collected a bloody elbow for his efforts π€£.
But as the sun started to set we remained sadly biteless.
Frustrated by my inability to catch (and no, before you ask, not even a dogfish π) I called it a day early, and treated the boy to a McDonald's on the way home.
So, a big fat blank for us, but a fantastic day on the beach for the boys.
Sometimes it's not all about the fishing.
Apparently.