The serious fishermen left early, with the turning tide. Coming back into the bay after lunch, they presented glum faces and shook their heads when we called out "anything?"

Earlier, Chas had said "mum, I feel I real blight. We never catch anything when I go fishing." I reminded him that he has never been on a "serious" fishing trip, just brief sociable expeditions.

I started taking pictures anyway.

Wow! Chas was driving, and went right to a twenty-one and a half pound King mackarel, caught in about 80 feet of water. As driver, he had one eye on the depth sounder.

Good thing Chas was at the wheel and not on the line... That fish might have caught him!