Well after nearly a fortnight lay off I finally got out fishing. Five of us went to Kessingland to fish the last of the ebb and as much of the flood as weed would allow. An unseasonably warm SE wind greeted us on the beach and although there was some colour in the sea I never really fancied our chances.

It started out badly. I'd sent my reels away for a refurb and was promised them back at the weekend, there still not with me now, so I had to use an old 65 that's been mag converted for casting and I borrowed one of Karl's orange mag elites. Now we have an ongoing banter about the mag elites, I use the traditional green, Karl and Smudge use the "Florida" orange. I don't know what would make them spend a £5 more per reel just to have lurid orange side plates and handles with holes in them, maybe they're just daft? I actually know that's the case, mad as a box of frogs the pair of them.

Poor old Smudge had a nightmare. First he couldn't pick the bait up he'd ordered as there was nobody in at the bait diggers, so he got there an hour after the rest of us after managing to find a local shop with some spare worms. First chuck he had a pin whiting, then the next chuck he nearly wiped me and Keith out with his cast. Apparently he'd got something on his thumbie and couldn't grip the spool. Then he wound in another little whiting that the wind managed to blow up around the line of his second rod, when he went to untangle it his main line parted on the other rod and he lost a set of gear and 100yards of line! By this time you have to be thinking about packing up and that's exactly what he did, off he went to complete his 2 hour round trip after only a half dozen casts!

The rest of us faired little better, we all had small whiting but I think we'd have been lucky to manage anything else, so the decision was made and off to the pub we went. The pub is the place were I've had some of my best catches in the past. Strange how after two Stella's you've never missed a bite, and the fish seem to gain a few extra ounces.

I was going to go locally tonight to use up the bait I had left over but Mrs Aitch wasn't too happy and to be honest I am tired out after a days work around the house. Karl and Johnny were going to come up and fish with me at Cart Gap but they've gone off down to Pakefield to use there bait up, I'll let you know how they get on.

I have to mention something that happened to me recently. I go pigeon and rabbit shooting too and recently asked a mate if he could get his hands on some old camouflage gear for me. I'm not a very good shot and need all the help I can get, so my thinking was that if I get camouflaged then I'll have a better chance of getting close enough to the rabbits and pigeons to shoot them. My mates in the armed forces so I have to be careful not to get him into trouble, lets call him Actionboy to protect the innocent. I asked Actionboy if he had an old cammo jacket and trousers, in his usual irrepressible way he said "leave it with me mate I'll sort it out for you". So that's just what I did, a few weeks passed with no word from Actionboy, then out of the blue a text telling me he'd got some stuff for me.

For one reason or another I couldn't get into the city so I asked Actionboy to drop it round at Karl's as Actionboy was off away training for a tour of duty. That way I could pick it up at my leisure, that time came last Friday when Mrs Aitch wanted to go into the city shopping, so I arranged with karl to pick it up. After a few slurps of tesco's finest coffee from chipped mugs, me and Mrs Aitch were ushered out of Karl's house so he could pick his daughter up from school. So I slung a green canvas kit bag into the boot of the car without a thought.

Once we'd got home and unpacked the shopping, I remembered Actionboys green kit bag, and thought I'd bring it in to look at, below is an inventory of what I found:

1 x Green canvas kit bag
2 x Camouflage jacket
1 x Camouflage trouser
1 x Camouflage beenie hat
1 x Army woolen hat
2 pairs of boots, worn but in good nick
1 x utility type belt with pouches
2 pairs of long johns (not sure if they've been worn or not, in the wash just in case)
1 Norwegian cold weather shirt
2 pairs of socks
1 pair of gloves
6 glow sticks (those break and shake things except these are big enough to marshall aircraft)
Steak and veg with potato ration
Burger and beans ration
Rice pud ration
2 compacts of camouflage face paints
1 x Paintball mask (I want to shoot pigeons not look like Jason from Friday 13th)

God bless his heart he means well, but what the effing hell am I to do with paintball masks and glow sticks ? I want to shoot pigeons not illuminate and shoot paint at the effing things ! I was going to post a photo but to be honest with all the gear on I look like a cross between Clarrisa Dickson Wright and Rambo, that and the fact if my 5 year old son saw me he'd have nightmares. The good news is that if AlQaeda attack via North Norfolk, I'm ready for the bastards....

Where's those pesky rabbits ?