Reports had been shocking. About the only thing you can catch with any certainty "darn sarf" is weed, there'd been only odd fish reported for days so we weren't very confident of slaying 'em when we went last Thursday.

Me, PK and Nobby had a course during the day which we managed to engineer an early finish to and we got down to Trimingham for around 1400. PK had some errands to run and he met us down there around an hour or so after Karl got there, probably around 1600. There was plenty of colour and the start of a bit of lift in the sea which we fully expected to turn rough as the pressure continued to drop and the WNW wind that had blown pretty steadily all day. Its one of those places where it can look fairly easy and calm at low water but as soon as the tide and water volume builds it can turn nasty pretty quickly.

It didn't look too bad really and the place seems to hold a few fish even when there's little in the sea and we hoped the dropping pressure might encourage a few to feed. Nobby drew first blood with the dreaded rockling before I managed one around 2lb. Karl had decided to move past me and fish from behind the revetment rather than the gap as he'd nearly been washed in the last time he got THUMPED by me there, truth is he was chasing my fish. You get desperate like that when you get hammered week in week out.

When PK arrived he found Karl where he wanted to be so set up with Nobby in the gaps, me just over the groin and Karl 30 yards past me towards the next gap. Shortly after PK came I had another a little bigger than the first and Karl had managed a barely sizeable which he put back.

Great picture from Karl, I'm the only bloke I know makes a cod look pretty.

I managed a few undersize codling and whiting with the odd whiting going sizeable and approaching 1lb, they should be gone but there's still a few showing off the shingle too, weird. There wasn't much tide all flood which was good news given the wind would have been roughly with it and made it really awkward to fish. As high water approached Karl and Nobby managed one each of a similar size to the first I'd had, the leg end (PK) was still fishless though we were hardly murdering them, could it be that fresh bait was making the difference?

He's trying to look mean and moody I just reckon he needs some Prozac. The biggest was 3lb 2oz with the others a tad over 2lb. I hope he doesn't mind (actually I don't care if he does) me mentioning these are his first "proper" fish since December. I told you he's fecking useless, I only hang around with him because he makes me look good and doesn't mind buying the beer.

Finally a bit of class showed through and PK snared one between 1.5 and 2lb. By the top the extra volume of water and the constant WNW had made it proper rough. PK and Nobby had got crossed in the gaps and PK's hook got snarled up on some debris the wrong side of the revetment. Not being one to waste a hook (the rumours are true, he does squeak when he walks), he decided to dodge the 6' waves and try to free 2p's worth of terminal tackle. Cut a long one short and he ends up with his arms wrapped round an upright as the tide's pulling on his legs. The blokes like a brother to me and had I been there I'd have bitch slapped him for even trying, especially after Karl got all but washed off the last time. Wether its a fish or your leads stuck, whatever it is DON'T TAKE UNNECESSARY RISKS! For christ sake we've just fished a memorial match after losing an angler at Kessingland. Did I mention I won that one.

Here's a rare photo, Nobby with one he can share with Ursula! Good news he won't have to bash too many spuds to make a meal of it.

Anyway he ended up soaked from the chest down, but thankfully alive. It was shortly after this that the heavens opened and brollyless Karl and me decided enough was enough. In truth we'd murdered Darby n Joan and had decided to retire for a Stella and a babble. PK and Nobby decided to stop on and try and catch us up, deep respect for that. PK's soaked on a feezing night with frozen bait. I said to him "Are you coming for a pint", he said "No I reckon we've a good chance as it drops". The guy is as enthusiastic as a 50 something as he was as a boy, a fecking god I tell you and we all love him dearly.

Darby and Joan pre soaking and all cosy. I wonder whats next for these two? Me and Karl reckon its sheltered housing and rubber boxer shorts.

The final results were Karl 3, me 2 with Nobby and PK 1 apiece. We all had the usual smattering of in and outsize bits including whiting, bass and rockling and given recent results it wasn't a bad little session. PK's out of the loop now for a week and work will see me struggling for a session this coming week, though in honesty we're not missing much.

Steve's popped up today to tidy my roof up a bit, he's dropped in a Zzipi for me and the boys to have a chuck with its an International Tournament or something. I did notice Mrs Aitch went all glassy eyed when she saw how stiff the tip was. The boys are hard at it on the roof, Mrs Aitch has taken Aidan to the cinema and shopping for some new school shoes, all i've got to do is watch the footie and nip to the chippy for the boys dinner. Good luck if your out and about this week, lets hope the fabled spring run pitches up and saves an average season.

Get up there boys! Steve and Roy doing the business on me roof.

Its been a busy day at Aitch's, Pedro's just finished down at Happisburgh and popped in for a coffee and a babble. We might try and get a session in next Tuesday (so much for me and work!) but it'll depend what the weather and sea's going to be doing, I dare say my nomark mates will encourage me into a splodge. I'm half wishing I was away skiing like PK, actually scrub that, I'd rather be down at Bacton in the rain catching feck all!