It was warm and still and the reflections of the sky in the dark water were mesmerising. Then suddenly the sea was ‘boiling’ as shoals of mackerel moved around the bay, often right under our rod tips. They’d pass by in a frenzy and then disappear only to reappear a little further on, then turn and come back. This went on for hours and was quite a spectacle.
It was just as well I took the photograph before the surface was punctured with stripy fish and I was too busy fishing.