Wet and Windy Easter

It just doesn't get better, does it? Monday was the only remotely fishable day, but it wasn't worth ordering worm. I went down to the marina with a box of squid, and spied the state of the water with a quick drive along the prom. It looked fishable, and there were a few boats by The Blocks already. Salar was waiting patiently, none the worse for the gales and a few weekends of neglect. She started first time and I headed out of the harbour entrance. The initial enthusiasm soon evaporated as it was bitterly cold, the sky and sea were a similar grey and a run down to Bracklesham was not really viable. Salar wasn't pulling with the usual enthusiasm, probably a bit of muck had grown on the blades because of the lack of use. I decided to use the time cleaning the blades instead of fishing, so it was back to the marina for a bit of underwater scrabbling. Reversing into a berth with a brisk crosswind is not easy, and after six attempts (I lost count after five anyway) we made it. I discovered that if you keep your hands under freezing cold water for five minutes it no longer hurts, so the rest of the prop-scraping with an old knife wasn't too bad. Back out to sea with a shiny prop and Salar showed she was capable of anything again. Let's hope next weekend it better!