Sometimes I feel like the Mayo Football team...
Landed in the Costa Brava to 38 C and it stayed above 33 C the whole time, could not move for want of water, never got to go fishing, would have been pointless.
Landed home to 11 C and a sea fog mist thick as our arm in Mayo, spent 3 hours driving around looking for a sheltered mark, all the way to Achill and back before surrendering and having the jumbo fresh cod and chips from the Blue Dolphin in Newport on the Sunday night (fair compensation best cod and chips in Ireland)...
If I don't get fishing in the next week, I think I'll go mad!