Great weather for flying kites. We're very lucky on the east coast that the prevailing weather is from the SW, unless of course you want Northerlies like I do! There'd been a few reports of fish around Lowestoft, I thought it should be fishable even with this 50mph wind. The bulk of the wind should be over my right shoulder, great for fishing the flood, I'd be able to cast for miles in that wind.

So plans were made. Me, Nobby, Johnny and Mark Bessey were going to have a go. It piddled down in the morning, that and the thought of high wind put Bessey off, southern poof that he is. If he thinks that wind is bad, he should fish with Kagger after he's had vegetables and stella artois. Then Johnny cried off but said he'd come and pick his bait up off me later. Me and Nobby decided to brave it, if you could call it that. We got to Pakefield to find a nice coloured sea, lifting a little with the low pressure and the wind over our shoulders as planned, perfect conditions really. We're going to slay 'em.

Before we got the gear out of the car, we took a walk down to a couple of guys already fishing. The conditions on the beach were quite comfortable, occasional gusts would batter the rods a bit but on the whole it was comfy. As we asked the guys how they were getting on, one of them said "aren't you that guy from the website", "which one" said I, hoping he hadn't seen the one with the goat and tub of cream cheese, "The east anglia sea fishing one" he said. Fame at last, how long before bored housewives are throwing their pants at me! Actually Mrs Aitch already does that but its only so I put them in the wash. Mick you really need to get out more often, but thanks for reading this twoddle anyway and for the positive feedback, hope you had a few.

Mick's the guy furthest away, he's a beard like uncle Albert from only fools, his lad is in the foreground with the "energetic" cast. Nice guys well met. Look at that sea, I'm coming over all unnecessary!

By the time we were fishing it was probably about 1600, around an hour after high water, I reckoned it would start to go a bit from 1730 then hopefully a few fish would show afterwards. Boy did it go when it went, I couldn't hold out at my max distance and lost two sets of gear, but it only went like a train for that hour or so. By 1900 it was easing and the loose grassy weed we'd had with it eased too, its probably been blown off the surrounding beaches. Me and Nobby had a few bits when Bri rang me. We'd spoken in the morning and I think my enthusiasm got the better of him, Bri pitched up around 1830.

There are literally loads of undersize codling around at the minute, so many that at times I thought we might not get through them. It didn't seem to matter if you whacked it out or dropped it short, a pristine conditioned chunky monkey would grab it within seconds, if they didn't a whiting would. Great news lets hope they survive until next year. We'd had an hour and half of this steady stream of fish when Bri said he was going to head off, not feeling too well bless him. Lincoln poof basically, he'd spent the night in his portaloo only venturing out now and again for a babble or to cast, get well soon mate.

Bri had just walked back to his portaloo when one of my rods, the new one no less, dropped back and the line laid in the surf. I love Pakefield, the tide and the fishing distance suits me and my rigs. I think we all have beaches like that, I just really like it there and often do ok there. An easy retrieve and within a few minutes a plump 2lber is in the bucket. Very next chuck and a pea from the same 2lb pod joins its mate in the bucket. They're going to have it, they're within my range and I'm going to slay 'em. Nobby was still battling with the bits, he didn't even notice me sneak those two up the beach.

Nobby blending in with his environment. I reckon he could probably cast with one of those cranes in the background. Look at that sea, everytime I do I look at Mrs Aitch in that special way, she's running scared now...

Next chuck, another slackliner and this ones just about sizeable, but I've got two in the bucket and I'm not a commercial fisherman. Back it goes for another day, but I'm on it now. Some of these fish are going to be a lovely size come March or April. I know its nice to catch really big fish, but for eating you can't beat those between 2 and 4lbs, bloody marvellous.

Six casts since the first one and I've had a slackliner and a fish on every one, then the phone rings. Mrs Aitch is beside herself, Aidan had burnt his hand on the fire and she needed to take him to hospital. She couldn't take him on her own as she needed to keep his hand in the bucket of cold water. I wouldn't say I packed up reluctantly, he's my boy and I love him more than life, but feck my luck eh? So that cut short what could've/would've been the best nights fishing this winter for me. In my opinion we were just getting to what would be the good bit, low water and the first couple of the flood. I reckoned I'd have a dozen or more, still c'est la vie.

Weird it doesn't stop him playing on the playstation, eating junk or cheeking mum and dad? Aidan a ghrá mo chroí.

The rearranged Jolly Boys boat trip takes place next Thursday, weather permitting. PK gets back from skiing, Karls had his reels tuned and serviced ready for a beach session, seems ages since we fished all together. Me, Nobby, Smudge and Johnny are chomping at the bit to go. Pete takes Karl's place on the boat as the lump has whimped out, still knowing our luck we'll get blown off again, and not in that nice way. If we don't go we'll be on a beach somewhere, I best get some new batteries for my camera.