Total disaster today.
Up late. Bad head. Missed the shop for the maggots.
Got to the fishing mark to discover that despite a good high tide, there wasn't a fish in sight.
Then 4 lads turned up and started yelling at each other and throwing stones in while they drank beer and practised swearing.
I made about half a dozen casts with my fly rod, with floating fake bread, having waded out, and quit when the amount of scum around me became unbearable.
I guess sometimes you just ain't meant to fish.
Still, I sat on the bank, ate my pasty and tried to enjoy the last of the evening sun.
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