Well after the fun and games of the weekend I had some bait to use up. It would probably have lasted until Monday, but the sea looked great Sunday morning. Its amazing the difference in 24 hours. In Saturdays pictures you can see barely a ripple, less than 24 hours later and theres a 5' swell rolling in off the bank, perfect. High water locally would be around 1145pm, that would give me enough time to help Mrs Aitch with Aidan, sort out his school stuff and leave Mrs Aitch in the comfort of Coronation Street and a glass of a vino.

Scotty will go hungry unless I up my game.

During the day on Sunday we'd had 30mph Northwesterlies and the sea had kicked up big style. The forecast had the wind easing to around 15mph and swinging westwards by 1800. This had left a perfect sea on my local beaches, big surf and a wind off your back. I really fancied Trimingham, I'd had enough of Cart Gap, you can get too much of a good thing. I phoned and texted round the boys to see if any of them wanted to help me knock a hole in 100 worms, unfortunately they were either out, at work or on baby sitting duties.

I was ready to go at around 830pm, but by that time I was getting tired, The weekend had been pretty full on and I'm not the animal I used to be. The car was loaded and off to Walcott instead of Trimingham. I thought they'd be feeding all along in that sea and as long as I could fish the ebb I was confident I'd catch despite it not being one of the best areas. In truth I'd picked it so I could park at the top of the wall after a 2 minute drive, walk down the steps, 10 yards and I'm fishing. Theres an old saying that says you get out what you put in. Pretty accurate because I put nothing in to the session at all and got the same out! I fished from 845 ish until high water, the best chance should have been the first couple of hours of the ebb, but I started to get quite a bit of weed and then it started raining so I packed up and went home. I'm convinced I'd have caught at Trimingham, the sea was spot on. An invaluable lesson learnt, I won't be so effing lazy in the future.

Maybe winters on its way properly. I got up the other morning and as I opened the curtains there was the last of a frost on the grass and this sunrise.

Bootiful Norfolk.

I always associate those deep colours with winter, you never seem to get them in the summer, either that or I'm not up early enough! I'm hoping me and a few of the boys can get out this Friday, there's some low pressure heading our way towards the end of the week and at the minute the forecast is favourable for a jaunt darn saarf, I'll keep you posted.