Glamour Fishing

In a tradition started last year, three of us went fishing to blow away the cobwebs after a very civilised golf day yesterday that ended up in town until 3am. (see cringeworthy commentary on yesterday's blip).

As if we were being punished, the weather did exactly the same as last year and chucked it down, with bonus gales and shivery coldness. The coldness and wetness got a bit much when the water started dribbling down necks and bums.

Dr D, models the latest waterproof technology - two lifejackets tied round torso and thighs, two M&S plastic bags on the knees, woolly hat, hoody and cap: not-very-effective substitutes for his forgotten waterproofs. (Dave loves it when I document our fishing trips.)

Del was sensible enough to hide under the umbrella.

I caught bugger all, but Dave & Del pulled out a few tiddlers with some of Dave's new rubber-legged snatchers.