Not Gonna Catch Much

Popped to the beach this morning for a coffee and a play. Ended up sitting next to this chap who seemed to be fishing a very, very long way from the sea.

I can only presume that he likes the relaxation of fishing but does not actually like the thought of catching them, unhooking them and the smashing their brains in before cooking them up in some butter or what not.

To be honest I think he may have a point!

Funnily enough on the way back I saw a big dead goldfish on the pavement, so maybe the man had seen it on the way to the beach and it simply put him off the sport a bit.