Lovely day, so I though I’d spend an hour down at the beach with a fishing rod, nice and relaxing. It was. Didn’t catch anything, but almost stunned one!
Hurling this great, brick-like weight on the end of my line towards the distant horizon, it hit the water and a group (well, three) of startled flying fish suddenly appeared and flitted their way out of reach. Quite a sight. They only flew just above the waves but they must have travelled about 15 metres, their little fins flapping away like mad. Never noticed them around these parts before.