Before the Storm

We nipped out at the weekend to Hummersea again, we knew there was bad weather on the horizon so wanted to make the most of it. As we got out of the car the wind was already strong and biting, coming from the east. Making our way down the steep coastal path , down the now vertical staircase and out across the rocks below towering cliffs the sun was still shining. Walking past the point where we fished on our previous trip and continuing around the cliff I was acutely aware of how far from the exit point we were getting.
Finally we stopped in front of what I was reliably informed was a 'hole' that attracted and held cod. It was long before I was reeling in a cod around a pound and a half, I would normally have returned it but being deep hooked I decided to keep it. Interestingly it coughed up several food items including shrimps, lug worm and a blenny of around 4 inches which is interesting to bear in mind if you're ever choosing lures.
That was my only bite in that spot so we leapfrogged from spot to spot ahead of the incoming tide until I ended up at an old harbour. Its basically an inlet chiselled out of the carved into the reef with flat rocks stacked up along one side and used to bring in the small boats to load up the cargoes of Alum mined from the cliffs above.
After hooking and losing a decent cod in the kelp, and now on my own in the dark below the towering cliffs I decided it was high time  I took my leave and head for the steps before the tide made life tricky. With only one small cod for my effort on a bitterly cold night it would be easy to class the night as disappointing, especially as my parteners in crime had managed 2 or 3 but I had learnt a lot and become a bit more familiar with another small stretch of coast.
I'll be back.