After escaping my deathbed, where I've been holed up for a week or so with severe Man Flu, I decided to take the dogs to Worbarrow Bay and maybe even flick out a line or two To say that Tyneham car park was crowded would be a gross understatement – but then it was a sunny Saturday; what else did I expect?
Undaunted the dogs and I set off on the long trudge down to the Bay (I wonder who I see to get a key to the gate so I can use the lower car park) to be greeted by a beach so crowded it looked like Blackpool. Even Pondfield (to the left of the Tout) had a Dive Boat anchored just offshore and a couple of families messing about in the rocks.
It looked quieter round towards Airish Mell so we headed off, weaving between the sunbathers towards Cow Corner at the end of the sandy beach (and where the real evil snaggy reef bits start) but finally we arrived at a clear bit of beach where I could flick out a lure/fly or two and maybe pull in a Mackerel for tea. So with aching feet, throbbing knee, and semi-congested lungs I threw out a string of feathers...
Within what seemed like only seconds I was surrounded by a large group of kids demanding to know:
1. What was I doing?
2. Had I caught anything yet?
3. Could they have a go?
4. Does my dog bite?
5. Can they stroke my dog?
6. What are the dogs' names?
7. Why are you turning red and uttering rude words?
Despite repeated requests to "vacate the area" they must have misunderstood my Yorkshire accent, instead they thought that I was asking them to play in the surf with Levi the Dog... At least HE should have known better! 
After a few more half-hearted casts, having constantly to watch out for swooping children, I gave it up as a bad job and headed back to the Tout where I thought I could lose my herd of followers on the rocks under the right edge. It worked! Almost all of my ardent fans remained behind on the beach – but sadly I'd collected a new bunch of doggy/fishy disciples on my way over
By now I was hot and tired, the dogs had drank all the water, and I was totally cheesed off... Turning tail, I ran – well not literally as actually I hobbled back to the car, but not before my day was made complete by me breaking my sunglasses.
Fishing? Been there and done it... Wonder whether I would enjoy Embroidery as a hobby? 
