KEY: Stuart’s words are this colour, Rik’s words are in black So where to start? They say a picture paints a thousands words, so let the painter (by way of camera shots) clean his brush and make battle with the canvas! It’s fair to say, all who went were at the very least seasoned anglers awaiting a hopeful week of fishing, but no one expected what was soon to unfold as one of the most memorable fishing adventures to date for all involved. Roll on next year! There were four of us, Big Rik, Wol, Uncle Brett and myself. We’d decided not to go from Dover and opted from Portsmouth straight into Caen. The ferry trip lasted about 6 hours and ran smoothly along with the John Smiths. Before this story unfolds (photographs and all) Rik and myself thought that it would be best to write this feature between us with a view (deliberate view) of not missing anything out on the basis that leaving anything out would be absolutely criminal! Without further ado I will pass you over to Big Rik to pick up from his shortcut(s) through the dirt tracks on leaving the port…..Rik? It wasn’t a short-cut, it was deliberate to avoid the traffic jams around Caen.(and I would have got away with it if you hadn’t have blabbed). So other than one quick caf  When you purchase through links on our site, we may earn an affiliate commission, which supports our community.
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