Decided on a session at Seaford Beach on Saturday evening, seeing as there was a very brisk South Westerly blowing and there might have been a chance of a decent bass. I got there at about 8pm and saw that it was very rough and was going to be very tough going , I even contemplated just turning around and going home but thought, “why the hell not, let’s give it a go”.

I fished (if that’s the term for it) just one rod with a big squid bait. First cast was a nightmare – within seconds, my tackle was washed straight back up the beach I re-cast as near as I could beyond the big breakers. This time it held but not long after, I could see that my line was being dragged in the undertow and I found that when I tried to retrieve, the line had been buried in the shingle – result, one lost rig.

I re-tackled and had another attempt but this ended with the same result. Another rig lost. I decided to sit it out for a while, hoping that things might improve as the water deepened. so sat and worked my way through my flask of coffee. After an hour or so, I had another attempt but I could see that from the off, fishing in these conditions was going to be an impossibility, so, it was up sticks and sod off home.

Did a short video clip, which shows a little of what it was like and what a really brave little person I was to try and fish it.