Gone fishing.

Its been 14 days, but seems like forever, since I returned from wild camping on Dartmoor. Certainly gone through 14 seasons in the UK since that time. The last 5 days been sitting in fog with visibility of less than 50 metres, such are the joys of living on the coast.

The fog curtailed a long overdue fishing trip. We 3 brothers got out of the harbor but had to turn around before we ran aground in a permanent fashion (as opposed to the none permanent fashion we experiemented with).

The hints were there, a larger vessel had already run aground and looked like not only had he been there a good little while but because of the state of the tides over the next few days was going to spend some more time high and dry. The fact another boat was being towed into harbour behind us did nothing to lift our adventuring spirits.

The sea is a serious business and trying to navigate some pretty shallow waters in, essentially, zero visibility does not seem wise. Its not life threatening (well it is, but its a low order of magnitude) but being rescued does nothing for self-esteem.

So back to safe harbour and gallingly sunshine predominated, even the sea would still be fogged out.

On the positive side, its July, there is nothing to catch if we get out there anyway and as the British "summer" is in full swing it cannot be too long before we get another opportunity not to catch anything.