My oldest lad's house backs onto a golf course, which is how I know that whatever Mother Nature throws at us, a golfer will be out in it. As to the intrepid 'beach casters', I used to be one, thinking nothing of flinging 8oz of lead down Chesil Beach in a Force 9 or floating for wrasse off the cliffs at Portland Bill come hail or driving rain. Still got all the gear, but now mostly go oystering with Georges at St Malo, much less strenuous and guaranteed a good scoff afterwards! Last month, one of 'em worked!!
Alan
