Seeing that we’d had a few days of winds from Southerly directions to stir the sea up a bit, I decided on a session at Seaford beach after work yesterday. I hit the beach at the 9pm low water and went to a spot  just West of West View, mind you, I could have picked anywhere, as I was the only soul on the beach as far as I could see. It looked very promising, with a good amount of movement in the coloured up sea. Access was much easier than the last time with the recent rough seas having almost demolished the steep shingle cliff.

Within minutes, I had a size 4, two hook flapper with lugworm launched out at distance to do its work while I set up the second rod with the same end gear. Once both rods were out, I poured a coffee and waited. It wasn’t long before the first fish was out, a decent keeper of a whiting at 38cm. It was then back to normal pin size, with a sprinkling of pouting and 5 bearded rockling.

The next few hours were mainly spent fending of a solitary fox that was intent on raiding my bait bucket and fish. The damn thing always remained within a few yards and made numerous forays down the bank in my direction before the penny obviously dropped and it realised there was going to be no free meal that night until I had gone and left scraps behind.

By about 2am, the fishing had died off, with bites being very sparse and only a few extra whiting, pout and rockling hitting the beach. I gave it until 2.30 before calling it a night and not even waiting for high water. I left a few scraps of bait and the guttings for the fox, which was still hanging around in the vicinity before packing up the car and heading for home.

One good thing, it’s definitely warming up, as I spent most of the night not needing my floatie jacket and on the occasions I did put it on, I only lasted a short while before taking it off again as it getting too hot.