My calves were burning from the exertion as I made the long walk across a shingle beach to Newhaven’s ‘East Arm’. On my last trips to Newhaven, I’d fished outside the Hope Inn. Today, I planned to try the nearby jetty where I hoped for some new species. In the sunny but blustery conditions, I set up three rods: two with ragworm and squid close to the pilings and a larger boat-rod with a herring head hoping for a bass.
I had contemplated buying a double helping of ragworm from Tools N Tackle in Newhaven. As it turned out the single portion was more than adequate. Not a single bite all day. An edible crab was the only marine creature to take an interest in my bait.
About half a dozen men were fishing from the end of the jetty, casting their silver feathers in the hope of mackerel. One guy dipped into a shoal and hauled in six, but otherwise I didn’t see any other fish caught.
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I relocated to the Hope Inn. I wasn’t hopeful with the tide rapidly falling. Nothing here either.
A Fishing Diary 