Cold front coming in on Friday afternoon. Wild wind and stormy seas.
I do not think it is a kayaking day.
Maybe it’s because for most of the year we work outside on a cold damp smelly dock but for the life of me I can’t understand why anyone goes out of their way to sit in the cold all bundled up to catch tinker mackerel. There’s about one bazillion things I’d rather do. Much like golf for which I don’t understand the appeal either. Why someone wants to chase a ball around a golf course when they could be at the beach is beyond me.