A million rods, nae fish.

Went down to one of the beer gardens in St Andrews today to revise and decided that a bottle of wine would boost our intelligence. Not a clever choice. Especially when trying to read a french novel. We stuck it out for a bit but then went for a walk down to the pier because it was such a sunny day.

These two guys said they were fishing for flat fish. but had only caught crabs despite having at least 6 or 7 rods hanging off the pier all around them. The guy on the left interested me a lot. He had a lot of tattoos and a wrinkly face that must of harboured a story or two (apologies for the pun).

Revision tonight.

Meh.