Legs

Got a fishing rod in the post today in preparation for a trip to Ireland next week.

I wanted to try it out immediately but I had to get hooks first and then find some bait. The best place for the bait is in a beach right in front of The Seafood Restaurant. I didn't have any tools and what not so I just headed down with a jar to collect the worms.

Spade-less, I was left with only my bare hands, and in true Bear Grylls style I plunged them into the sand and then cut myself on a razor shell. All this time the lunchtime diners in the restaurant above were peering down onto the beach, watching this crouching weirdo digging around the sand with his hands and a glass jar. I met some real fishermen digging for worms further up the beach. I went over for a chat. I must have looked like a total prat stood there with a jar of dead crabs.

Didn't catch anything but the sun.