The sea has been like a millpond for the last couple of days and both Levi the Dog and myself have spent a while looking over the edge of the rocks down into the shallows watching the Mullet dashing around near the surface after Kelp Flies. There's been far too much sun to try and fish for them as the slightest movement has spooked them. However, this morning the forecast was for it to be a bit overcast so we were up and out in the pre-dawn with a worryingly looking clear sky...
As usual I was the only person fishing Osmington so I headed up to Frenchman's, fly rod in hand and Levi the Dog dawdling along behind grumbling about the lack of breakfast. The sea was unfortunately like a millpond again but I was in position before they could spot my approach. 
As things brightened up I could already see the Mullet skimming along just below the surface so feeling confident I attached a very small Soldier Palmer fly and did my best roll cast straight into the centre of the fish - within seconds there wasn't a Mullet to be seen anywhere in the area 
There are times when only swearing at the top of your voice will do, despite the possibility of scaring the fish away for even longer than my cast had. Levi laying on the rocks behind me paused in his chewing up a piece of driftwood long enough to do a doggie-type snigger then went back to ignoring me...
Prepared for such an eventuality I'd come along with a hunk of yesterday's bread which I tore into small pieces and threw out to try and attract the fish back. Whilst waiting I had a coffee and gave Levi some of his Levisnack biscuits watching all the time for the Mullet to return. Eventually I saw the odd fin stirring up the surface so threw out some more bread and cast out into the middle of the baited area - still using the Solder Palmer.
Damn! Blast! Bugger!..... I saw my fly being sucked into a Mullet's mouth, struck - and missed The sea was once again totally empty of Mullet !!! 
Another coffee and a change of fly, this time to a bread pattern, I cast out and surrounded my fly with bits of bread - only to attract a couple of gulls After waiting another half an hour and with no Mullet in evidence. I decided to call it a day. As an experienced angler I obviously had dozens of reasons ready to explain why I'd blanked - I blame the millpond conditions 
As compensation/commiseration Levi persuaded me to stop at MacDonalds on the way back for breakfast, so it wasn't an entirely wasted morning 
